I cannot fathom the hate this book gets nowadays.

When they were introduced, he made a witticism, hoping to be liked. She laughed extremely hard, hoping to be liked. Then each drove home alone, staring straight ahead, with the very same twist to their faces.

The man who'd introduced them didn't much like either of them, though he acted as if he did, anxious as he was to preserve good relations at all times. One never knew, after all, now did one now did one now did one.

“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being with an independent will.”

Somehow it always reminded me of an episode from friends where ross and chandler are waiting for their friend gandalf.

A big surprise of 2019. Wanted to read something by anita desai and In Custody was shortlisted for the man booker. A teacher goes to interview a poet and what turns out is extraordinary tale of passion and pain.

Oh james, how long have i longed to
Walk under the rain of your thunderstorm
While singing finnegans wake

Perpetually funny, an hot mess of memorable characters and psychedelia.

“and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.”

Please, sir, i want some more.

Tonight i can write the saddest lines.

“All human beings, as we meet them, are commingled out of good and evil”. It was a fun and interesting read but many times in this short novella, the writer was trying too hard to convince his ideas about good and evil to his readers, which at times came as dry and tedious.

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.

What i learned while reading tagore is that you don‘t read him but fly in the sky of his love and devotion.

My second dickens. I have challenged myself to read everything dickens wrote in 2019 and i have just read the pickwick papers in 2 whole months, will have to speed up. Any suggestions?

Ahh camus, he is the kind of guy who after every birthday keeps on thinking how he has came one step closer to death.

Maman died today. Or maybe yesterday, I don‘t know.

The humans outside looked from orwell to marx, and from marx to orwell, and from orwell to marx again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.

All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others. I have always been guilty of admitting to have read and enjoyed animal farm when i never did it, and i am not even sorry as how can he be one of my favourite writers if i never read his major work. But i will admit that without reading this i would never had understood the seriousness of above sentence.

Murakami is a writer, whose blurb on the back cover is always more enjoyable than the book itself.

KAFKA ON THE SHORE, a novel with murakami‘s signature plot- where the lives of two characters intertwine eachother, is a ambitious work of authorial laziness.
Nakata and even hoshino were far more interesting charecters than kafka tamura and miss sinae, whose Incest-induced sex scenes troubled me more than the outstretched flirtation with eel.

Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear. Everytime i try to like murakami, somehow, he manages to kick me out. Not a bad read, but like murakami‘s other works, some of the scenes surrounding sex, aren‘t even relevant and necessary to the plot.

Poonachi, deep under its skin is an amorphismic take on enslavement and hegemony; and a constant emotional battle between greed and self-entitlement.

I can see why the Death of a salesman won a pulitzer for drama in 1949, its arthur millers masterpiece. Theres so much to take from this play, his lack of confidence for the American Dream and the class system and capitalism in disguise. It was a pleasure to read.

The good ole‘ agatha

No other author than charles dickens would had made this 900 pages of behemoth novel such hilariously playful. While containing no plot but authentic narration, The Pickwick Papers is full of wittiness. P.s- I hearby announce myself as a pickwikian. #Charlesdickens