Bits And Pieces

Target:    100 books Current:    11 books HA! And you thought I was getting nowhere with my reading! I finally joined the New York Public Library. I did it so that I needn't starve anymore because I was spending all my money on books. I am writing now on the first full stomach I've had since February this year. Yep, you guessed right. I am in full throttle Drama Queen mode. #8, #9, #10, #10.5, #11 I am Half-Sick of Shadows Speaking from Among the Bones The Dead in Their Vaulted Arches The Curious Case of the Copper Corpse As Chimney Sweepers Come to Dust - Alan Bradley Loved it, Fiction,  Mystery,  English, Genius kid, Whodunnit It is as though Agatha Christie's and Enid Blyton's books adopted the love child of Matilda and Madeline! A small piece of heaven, if you prefer. The first time I read a book from Alan Bradley's Flavia De luce series was over two years ago. I got addicted, and finished all the books in that series that I could get my...

Target:    100 books Current:      7 books You know my pattern. Something heavy, something light, heavy again, and back to light. I'd only ever heard of Sarah Silverman in passing. I knew she did stand-up, and that she was on some show. When I started this book, I figured it would be something along the lines of Tina Fey's Bossy Pants. It was, AND IT WASN'T!! #7 The Bedwetter: Stories of Courage, Redemption, and Pee - Sarah Silverman Enjoyed it, Non-fiction,  Autobiography,  Hilarious, Sarcastic, Self deprecating humour, Nonreligious Jewishness Be Warned! This book is not for those who shake their heads disapprovingly at crass and seemingly politically incorrect humour. If you've ever watched an episode of South Park, and went on to watch another, then I believe you're okay to take the plunge. Oh boy! Where do I start? It takes a certain kind of person to talk so effortlessly, and in such a comical manner, about some of the things that Sara...

Target:    100 books Current:      6 books Sometimes, I don't get enough time to read books. Sometimes, I read them, but I don't get time to tell the world that I did. That's kind of what happened here. I read a bunch of books, and now I have a backlog of (I hate to call them) book reviews. I don't remember if I said this before, but here it is anyway - I don't think that my "reviews" mean anything about the book itself. People who write books are a brave kind, putting themselves out there for the world to judge them. What I write about is just what my experience with a book was. I'm pretty certain that I cannot tell apart mediocre writing from good even if it was a skunk lifting its tail in front of my face. Books by Indian authors always catch my eye. English is the only language I read books in, and there is a gross under-representation of my culture in English literature. Sure, there are the academics, and the occasional Salman Rushdie and Arun...