Mystery of the TBR that never ends

During the days we visited libraries often, either at school or public ones in the holidays, the library card was my golden ticket. At school we were allowed to borrow one book at a time and once the librarian trusted us enough to be voracious readers who also returned books without scribbles and dog ears,…

Spooky reads for Friday the 13th

It’s Friday the 13th. I waited and waited, nothing spooky happened. But Blogchatter’s friendly ghost Mohan Das has been super active today snooping around and asking us to share our favourite trysts with the horror. As a person who used to watch and read horror back-to-back, this came as an opportunity to pick some of…

You’ve got to stop and gaze at The Color Purple

Purple signifies grandeur, independence, creativity and magic- just like the women characters in Alice Walker’s The Color Purple.  The moment I began to read it, I felt like I’ve stepped into the diary of the protagonist Celie- a diary in which she writes heart wrenching letters to God.

Books- The dreams you hold and step into…

The last day of school before any kind of vacation was when I would eagerly wait at the library with my card. Ten books- that was the maximum number we were allowed to borrow for vacation….

My Last Foster Mom – Pablo Pereira (2018)

…the pieces click together..   Cynthia, the protagonist of this novella struggles to make both ends meet. Her only concern is her little 6-year-old daughter Jeanne. For a single mother to bring up a young child without any support is a real challenge. That’s when Mathilde comes into the picture- grumpy, old Mathilde. Her meeting…

Heavy Weather- Ness Lobo (2017)

Poetry comes from the soul and is for the soul. Good poetry reaches out and stirs the still waters of your soul, certainly changing something inside. Heavy Weather by Ness Lobo is a collection of poems on love, betrayal, heartache, unrequited love and longing.

THE UMBRELLA MAN- SIDDHARTHA GIGOO (2015)

A thing which had been discarded and, instead of having been disposed off with the other useless things, had found refuge in the solitary ward of Number 7. It was the most beautiful thing in the entire asylum, more beautiful than the bed of wild flowers along the wall of the compound.

THE BELL JAR- SYLVIA PLATH (1963)

“I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart: I am, I am, I am.”   The Bell Jar is an unusual novel bottled with every emotion you can think of.