This time it is about one particular post rather than the whole blog. It is one of the blogs I frequent cause I love the way she writes it.
This is about this post she made titled God. Really appealing. I am agnostic in my religous feelings, but I could appreciate the sentiments of friendship and love rising above everything else in the post and it seemed to be at the right time, with India’s 62nd independence day coming and going.
If I talked about kiddie blogs in the past, I am talking baby blogs now! This time the age has come down to 9! And he is the brother of the kid blogger I talked about before - Adi. His name is Neeraj, but people call him Neeru, in his house :-). Everything about him, including his baby-face photo is there in the sidebar, neatly put there. His posts are as honest as it can be and innocence seems to echo out of every word written there!
“This business about fairy tales having happy endings – that was bull shit. Sometimes people melt. People go away. People die. And we’re left with stories and memories, which, if we’re lucky, will be good stories and good memories and then we get on with our life.”
Realize there are a couple of words here I should enlist in the sensor board but I thought I will leave it as it is. I liked it that way. And the lines are from the book what the title says is, Hard News by Jeffrey Deaver. This is my first Deaver book. Have to admit, I have never heard the name before stumbling up on it in another blog. And this book became the choice because it seemed the shortest of Deaver’s in my library, at 291 pages. Hmm, a little too long for my standards.
Ah another blog. Actually I have been stumbling upon quite a few blogs I end up adding to my Google Reader. This one, though I thought I will put it here straight away. I just found it today and there is no technicality or specification to which I can group it, its just whatever she wants to think or write about. I am putting it here, because I really enjoy reading it! I have only read a couple of her entries now but that was good enough for me. This Lady could write! Amazing language, suits me anyway. Plus in-built humor! What more do I need?
Done with another Agatha Christie murder mystery. And it was my very own favorite fictional character Hercule Poirot starring in it as the mystery solver. Uff I just had to go and check the title! “After the Funeral”. Funny, somehow I don’t place a lot of importance on Agatha Christie book titles, after I have taken one of them.
I have said before there are 2 kinds of novels you read, one you read cause you liked to appreciate the language, another cause it was too thrilling to be kept for later. This book definitely belonged to the second genre. Not that the language was anything non-commendable! I always like Agatha Christie’s narrations, the words are chosen carefully and the lines are connected beautifully. It was not only about suspense and murders, it was also about telling it admirably.
Finished Helen Fielding’s Bridget Jones’s Diary. Actually meant to take Helen Somebody-Else but forgot the last name and ended up with Fielding. But no regrets. Enjoyed it.
Having finished the book, the first thought that came to my mind was can your story and your life and your self be extracted from your diary? I wondered now about my diary. I didn’t think anything you write to a diary ever made a lot of sense. You wrote when you wanted to talk, about yourself or what bugs you, or maybe for no reason. But all of it from page 1 to last, would it define your life? The answer, I found is yes, at least w.r.t. BJ. Hmm, point to be taken care of: be careful on what you write to your diary, no knowing what readers may come across it.
Pardon me if this sounds disrespectful, for I know how much the book I am about to write about is worshipped globally. But I did not enjoy Mario Puzo’s ‘The Godfather’.
There. I said it. Whew!
I took it from my library, no doubt because of its reputation as everyone’s favorite. Such books, I should learn from experience do not work on me somehow. Paulo Coelho’s Alchemist and Ayn Rand’s Fountainhead had similar effects on me. Not that I am proud of it.
Looks like I am doing blog reviews more now. Well naturally. It takes more time to read books! And you tend to finish your blog reviews with a few posts. Well when it is a whole blog you refer, you just want to give the idea the blogger can write well, with the evidence of a few posts. And of course there is a universal disclaimer for every reviewer - don’t hold me responsible for my reviews 
It is just what I felt about them. There is no guarantee you will feel the same!
Today’s Blog - pareltank
She calls herself Kochuthresiamma and the profile says she is a teacher from Cochin. I am a loser for good narration. Give me the most nonsensical story and a good narration and I will be a happy person. And Kt made me a happy person 
Not that her entries are nonsensical! She talks sense most of the time; hard for a humor blogger to do that - maintain sense!
Humor comes to her like sleep does to me - both quite natural in their individual fields of expertise!
This one is for introducing a couple of blogs, which really do not need an introduction! Both are authored by kids, one of 12 and the other of 13 years old. They are doing pretty well and rightly deserve all the attention they get.
The 12 year old’s blog I chanced up on through a common friend. Here is the link to it - Adi’s Blog. He has written only a couple of entries so far but its his way of thinking and writing that makes the blog so interesting. The thoughts are a mixture of innocence and the growing self that questions everything you see and hear. I am sure he is on his way to great heights, the path to which he already is halfway through!