Life between the pages, as I've lived it
Now that 2020 is here, I'm very tempted to make my list of resolutions. I'm equally tempted to get snarky and cynical with myself and say that if I make that list, it will stay just that - a list of resolutions. But I will not. I will not be hard on myself. It's the... Continue Reading →
It's been almost 2 years since I unceremoniously took a giant step away from blogging. For personal reasons. Not the kind that you don't want to think about. It's the kind that makes you smile when you think about it. It's also the kind that has not let me wonder/worry for a moment what book... Continue Reading →
After my dilemma about which book(s) I should take on my trip to Sri Lanka, I happened to take Lee Child's Worth Dying For and Haruki Murakami's Men Without Women. Yes, this time I travelled with just 2 books - a conservative number, considering my paranoia (cloaked as obsession) when it comes to not having... Continue Reading →
This week's Top Ten Tuesday, hosted by The Broke and the Bookish, brings to our attention books that feature characters with rebellious attitudes. *a round of applause*. This post had me digging deep to find characters that fit the bill just right (in my head). And the end end result is as diverse a list... Continue Reading →
So, this is a quick post. It's just 24 hours to the trip to Sri Lanka beginning and I am obsessing over which books I should carry. Because, um, it's what excites me as much as the trip itself! Today, I'm sitting with three books before me. The first is a Jack Reacher novel by... Continue Reading →
Yet another Top Ten Tuesday that had me scroll and scroll through all the books on Goodreads! It's so exciting. Well, as always, Top Ten Tuesdays are hosted by the wondeful bloggers at The Broke and the Bookish. In India, we don't have fall, but what we do have is a nice wet monsoon. And... Continue Reading →
This week's Stacking the Shelves was supposed to be momentous for me, considering the fact that I was purchasing books after nearly 7 months. How I went so long without seeing a new book on my shelf, only I know. The one consoling fact that I clung on to was that my bookshelf had a... Continue Reading →
There was a time when anyone and everyone I knew was reading Paulo Coelho. More precisely, The Alchemist. And me, being who I am, refused to read the book that everyone was talking about. Instead, I waited. For long. When I was satisfied with the wait and the fact that the buzz had died down,... Continue Reading →
It goes without saying, that over time, our book genre preferences change. And with that comes a shift from the authors you are familiar with to new ones that you grow to look. At least, that's been the case with me. But, that doesn't mean that the writers, whose works I grew up with, have... Continue Reading →
Last year, I had managed to challenge myself to read book genres that I hadn't ventured into in a long time. And one of them was children's books. I was pleasently surprised at how much there was to get out of a children's book, even as an adult. So, when I found out that someone... Continue Reading →
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