Cris’s Book and Blog Reviews

I am not good with reviews. In the past I wrote the whole story when I tried movie reviews. Trying again, this time with a book, since reviewing is a major writer-task expected out of any writer (yes I consider myself a future prospective writer; only I am not sure how good!).
The book – The 3 Mistakes of My Life, the author – Chetan Bhagat.

It was only by coincidence I visited my library the exact same day the book happened to be there. Normally my library would always have given out new books I wanted to read first hand. This time I never heard of a third book coming from this author. I have read his first, but it was too long ago. The story is vague to me now but I remembered the narration appealed to me a lot. That’s what I look for in books. I like them mostly by how they are written, more than what story actually comes out of it. Probably not the right way to go about it, but well, people are different.

So going back to the original purpose, book review. I had skipped the prologue, in the preconception it would give out some story line. I liked keeping myself in suspense. I am the kind who never skipped lines and pages to reach the climax pages even in hyper-tense situations. I held on to each line more closely not wanting to miss the slightest detail while my mind tried to rush me.

This book started off like a good humored pastime I could read munching potato chips without worrying about the next pages. It was simple; it was plain ordinary everyday life, the kind I live. 3 regular friends of different interests, that’s simple. A business aspirant, that’s normal; a cricket aspirant, quite common in India; and a third friend who liked to hang out with the business aspirant and the cricket aspirant, again nothing rare.

And if nature and the people around them just left them alone to mind their own business, they would have continued being simple, ordinary, everyday life leading people. Well maybe even a little more. They might have not struggled so hard through business and cricket and friendship.

But these things do happen. You live with them wherever you go. Nature and people around you are an unavoidable part of life. Sometimes they disrupt your life, but then again, they make it wonderful too. They make it complete.

It is all part of the book. The simple everyday lives going through different stages of life and realities and tense moments that are no ordinary thing. CB has appealed to me with his narration skills again. This guy knew to write like one talked person to person. That’s kind of easy to connect. And there was a real story line attached to the narration. Lot of cricket in too. It will sell in India. But people who didn’t know cricket might find it a little trying. And then again there is a whole lot of politics. People well up with their newspapers could relate to what he is talking about. Its an everyday happening in India. And politics sometimes mixed with religion, another newspaper thing.

So far I haven’t heard any opinions about the book, so this comes as a totally unprejudiced, unbiased opinion. Reading it won’t be a waste of time. Obviously, I am not good with compliments and appreciations and book promotions.

Some part of the book I felt was so unnatural I almost started cursing CB. But well considering it is real life there is not much he could do about it. But no wonder people made that saying long ago. Real life is gigantically stranger than fiction.

Here is the prologue which I avoided at first - which I shouldn’t have - Prologue

Maybe I should just stick to my regular blogging. Reviews are beyond me.