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On Fridays, I don’t get the bus striaght after work but instead I go to the Tesco Metro around the corner from the office and buy a Margherita pizza, some Chianti and two big bottles of Glen’s vodka. When I get home, ineat the pizza and drink the wine. I have some vodka afterwards. I don’t need much in a Friday, just a few big swigs. I usually wake up on the sofa at 3 am, and I stumble off to bed … (5, Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine)

Since I was with Eleanor even before I called it a night, I felt like eating a pizza for breakfast this morning. Do you feel like tasting the food the characters of a book have while reading it? If it is available, what’s the harm in giving them a try. This is not my first time, but I do, I have cravings 😋

Oh oh not a Margherita of course, I’m not into just the cheese and tomato as such in a pizza, I need some more spice and heat, a few pieces of shredded chicken I ordered a chicken BBQ with extra jalapeno delivered before the scheduled time. My breakfast was my cup of bru gold instant coffee, slices of pizza and a green pear. (What was your last meal like?)

It is nearly summer here in India. The day grows hotter as the sun passes over to its position overhead at noon. My daily intake of coffee has reduced significantly. There are days in this past week I didn’t drink even a single cup on a given day! Coffee, and jalapenos they are making me sweat today!

Dreading the hotter summer days ahead! Be kind, April & May, be kind.

PS: the hyperlinks on Eleanora will lead you to a few reviews I’ve read – good, bad, incomplete, half read, it is always a good practice to know a n all round review than mere glowing ones!

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Another book I read recently! #exitwest 

There are two reasons for today’s post. Two shout-outs! 

#1 my secret (blogger) santa sent me a book I wanted to read, it surprised me to no end that I was muted in my response in suprise and joy ☺️

#2 these set of comments ..

I love discussions on books and sharing reading experience. I’m happy a blogger bought a book I wrote about, happier still that they came back to share their reading experience. 🙂

Exit West has lovely lines, lines I fell in love with, and have read many times over since I finished the book

“I think it’s personal. Each of us has his own way. Or … Her own way. Nobody is perfect. And in any case -” she interrupted him. “I don’t pray,’ she said.

The plot is set in a war ridden, violent urban space, in fact, it is set in many war ridden violent urban spaces across the world .. war, refugees, migration, survival .. 

One’s relationship to windows now changed in the city. A window was the border through which death was possibly most likely to come. Windows could not stop even the most flagging round of ammunition; any spot indoors with a view of the outside was a spot potentially in the crossfire.

but the narration is intertwined with magic.

the effect doors has on people altered as well. Rumours had begun to circulate of doors that could take you elsewhere, often to places far away…Some people claimed to know people who knew people who had been through such doors. A normal door they said would become a special door, and it would happen without warning, to any door at all. Most people thought these rumours to be nonsense. But most people began to gaze at their own doors a little differently nonetheless…

I did gaze at my door to see if it led to another place, like 9 3/4 .. that said, the book drags a little here and there, I finished reading it is one sitting .. it kept me awake the whole night .. 

Ending the post with one of my fav images from this book .. 

…Saeed’s mother and father were both readers, and in different ways, debaters, and they were frequently to be seen in the early days of their romance meeting surreptitiously in the bookshops. Later after their marriage, they would while away their afternoons reading together in cafes and restaurants, or when the weather was suitable, on their balcony…

In #readingtales : Midnight’s Children #rushdie

This book seems to be one hundred percent #read and #reread .

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It took me a lifetime to get past a certain page in #midnightschildren.  about 12-17 times I came to it, stopped and never went back until one day I did go ahead and was engrossed in it like this was my only world. I’ve re-read the entire book and parts of it many times over, fallen in and out of love, over and over again. I do own more than one copy ..one cleaner and one scribbled all over.

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In #readingtales – the pleasures of opening a carton of books #sundayactivity #bookstagram #bookmemories #ilovereading #booklover

“Where do the old birds go to die …

And why don’t the dead ones fall likes stones from the sky ..” These are Sophiemol’s questions from Arundhati Roy’s Booker winner, The God of Small Things. Today an extract of her second novel has been circulating, and it begins with the same title about the birds. Hope the books fullfils all the expectations the eargerly waiting readers of Roy have had, and have been holding to since she announced her second novel. Let’s see. 

The exclusive extract

Edmund Dantes 😍

Ever since I met Edmund Dantes in school, I’ve liked him a lot. I think it was in class 3 or 4 when the school librarian handed over an abridged The Count of Monte Cristo to me. I enjoyed every bit of the book especially the part where he tunnelled through with the Abbé Faria to escape the Chateau d’lf  off the Marseille’s Bay, learned new languages and history, and that part of the treasure hidden on a island. I read the original sometime in high school, and it remains one of my favourite books till date. So, when I accidently pick up a book by Archer, and come across a plot where the protagonist Danny is falsely accused in a homicide and sentenced to life imprisonment where he shares a cell with Nick who looks very similar to him… Bingo… I look for Dantes! And good of Archer to mention Dantes in the text as a way of acknowledgement. 

Re-reading my fav parts from Monte Cristo. 

#fridayfun #fridayfeelings

(I think) I’m in love

It has been a few hours, I’ve been thinking that it could be love, this what I am going through. The dreams, the desire, the wait, what else could it be… I’m re-reading the lines.. trying to remember the words, musing about it, I have that lost smile that pops up in the middle of other things.. I’m thinking back to that first flush, those giggly girlish way of going about things..  just may be I am lost in love with Adichie when she writes, “Princeton in summer, smelled of nothing … it is the lack of smell that most appealed to her, perhaps because the other American cities she knew smelled distinctly. Philadelphia had that musty scent of history. New Haven smelled of neglect. Baltimore of of brine, and Brooklyn of sun warmed garbage. But Princeton had no smell. She liked taking deep breaths here…” what is this if not love, if I have to even blog about it, and cannot contain my excitement. 

Coincidentally, the protagonist of the tale is also a blogger. From the time a friend passed on this book, I’ve been glued to it, sharing quotes to my interested & uninterested friends… reading sentences all over again! 

I’m kind of drunk in the readerly happiness….then a thought takes root..  what could Bombay smell of, would it be different from the way Mumbai smells.. just because they changed the name or is it just a habit that refuses to go away…

Inspired from my current read – Adichie’s Americanah (2013).

ps: in Malayalam, നാറ്റം/nattam (stink) is a bad smell, while  സുഗന്ധം/sughandham (Fragrance) is a good one.. what are the other words that qualify smell in the languages you speak, I would love to know..

PS I found a lot of traffic to this post I wrote sometime last year, yesterday. Loved re-reading it again, posting again. Here’s the link to the original post and the comments. 

Do you scribble in your books

If you do there is a word for it, like there are words for every little action we habituate. The word is Marginalia ..

“When you buy a book, you establish a property right in it, just as you do in clothes or furniture when you buy and pay for them. But the act of purchase is actually only the prelude to possession in the case of a book. Full ownership of a book only comes when you have made it a part of yourself, and the best way to make yourself a part of it — which comes to the same thing — is by writing in it.” ~ How to Read a Book  (1940) by Mortimer J. Adler.

#tuesdaythoughts

 

#WorldBookDay

So world book day today… Sending all of you who love to read a happy day. Which brings me to, what kind of a reader are you? Does that question sound weird? 

I have my reading days where I cannot put down a book, and continue reading without a care for food or drink, rain or shine. Then there are those set of days when I have my reading blocs where I wouldn’t touch a book if I can help it. Then there are days in between where I have a book or two around me which I’ll be reading from. My prof tells me to read at least 1000 words a day, and read three books at the same time, a morning, lunch and evening book varying in plot, its degree of intensity and genre. 

I just finished reading “The Killing of Polly Carter” a few days ago. A breeze of a read, a very similar style to Agathe Christie kind of murder mysteries and solving them. It reminded me of one of Mrs Marple’s cases she solved in the Caribbean when she was on vacation. 

The timing of things! 

A friend and I were reading up on this famous war journalist, Martha Gelhorn, a few weeks ago. In the beginning the name didn’t ring a bell, but over the hour we learnt she was one of the pioneers in war journalism in the last century who covered every war during her active lifetime. The coincidence of all this, is when another friend of mine brought a book, a collection of war articles, written by Ernest Hemingway, to our book meet totally unaware of my earlier reading.

Gelhorn and Hemingway were married for a brief period during the 1940s. I’m amused at the timing of things. 

First I get to read about Gelhorn, her adventures as a journalist, bits and pieces from her articles, her association with Hemingway who inspired her to write about the Spanish War which catapulted her into this field… And then to receive a collection of Hemingway articles … Lovely!