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The Devotion of Suspect X by Keigo Higashino</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ej4I-HrKpXQ/T613u45E1MI/AAAAAAAAAYI/k5BkeWSrYyc/s1600/devotionofsuspect.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ej4I-HrKpXQ/T613u45E1MI/AAAAAAAAAYI/k5BkeWSrYyc/s320/devotionofsuspect.jpg" width="201" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Yasuko Hanaoka is a single mother who dotes on her daughter
Misato. She works at a lunchbox shop and leads a normal life in Japan. That is,
until her ex-husband Togashi comes to create trouble in her life, and she ends
up killing him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tetsuya Ishigami is a middle-aged mathematical genius who was
forced by circumstances to work as a high school teacher. His life is all about
equations and formulae. And Yasuko, whom he secretly loves.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;When Ishigami learns about the murder, he decides to protect
Yasuko and her daughter from harm by setting up a seemingly perfect alibi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Detective Kusanagi of Tokyo Police is unable to solve the mystery
of Togashi's murder, and seeks help from Manabu Yukawa, an Assistant Professor
of Physics at the Imperial University, who is incidentally Ishigami's old
competitor and classmate. Although Kusanagi detests Yukawa, he cannot do without
Detective Galileo, as Yukawa is fondly known among the police.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;With Yukawa's help, the Tokyo Police department comes across
gaping holes in Yasuko's alibi. Will Yasuko be arrested? Will Yukawa see
through his old competitor's plan? Will Ishigami be able to save Yasuko and
Misato from a terrible fate?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The Devotion Of Suspect X is a crime thriller, but with a twist.
At the very beginning of the novel, the murder and murderer are revealed, but
the book is crafted so well, that the lack of the whodunit factor does not take
away even a little bit of the edge-of-the-seat anticipation that draws me to
thrillers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Yasuko is portrayed beautifully, and one cannot help but side with
her, despite knowing that she is the murderer. In fact, all the characters in
the novel have been given a noticeable amount of depth, making them extremely
believable, be it the detectives or even people who make occasional
appearances. The relationships between the characters are extremely real, and
yet subtly changing as the story progresses. From crushes to sheer hatred,
every layer of emotion is dealt with in a believable manner.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I particularly liked the generous sprinkling of mathematical ideas
throughout the novel which I found to be food for thought.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Reading the book was almost like watching two chess grandmasters
take on against each other. Every time a move is made, the scales tilt in the
opposite direction. Ultimately it comes down to who will play well enough to
beat the other in this battle of genius minds.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The book will keep you hooked till the end, and the ending is
worthy of being compared to the twists of Sidney Sheldon's novels. So unique,
that you wouldn't even dream of it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A lot of credit for this wonderful novel goes to the translators
as well, because I have read many books where the magic is lost in translation,
but this book is not one of them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I would definitely recommend it to anyone who loves mystery or
puzzles.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Oh, and I did some snooping around and found out that this novel
is the first in the&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Keigo_Higashino#Main_works"&gt;Detective
Galileo series&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;which has two
more novels and some short stories. Needless to say, they are on my to-read
list now.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title :&lt;/b&gt; The Devotion of Suspect X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author &lt;/b&gt;: Keigo Higashino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Original Language :&lt;/b&gt; Japanese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Translated into English by :&lt;/b&gt; Alexander O. Smith with Elye J. Alexander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre :&lt;/b&gt; Crime Fiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Verdict :&lt;/b&gt; Must-read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Everything in life is so temporary. In fact, life itself is no more permanent than a blooming flower. No one knows when or how the flower will wither, or whether someone's going to tear it away. And yet, the rose blooms. Fearlessly. It knows it has to die, and yet it lives. And that too, so beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;
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I wish we could live like that. I wish we could love without worrying about what will happen in the future, whether or not the person we love will love us back. I wish we all had the courage to grow up amongst thorns and yet love, like that's what we were born to do.&lt;br /&gt;
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Honey is a parakeet who lives with her mother in the Australian Outback. Honey loves finding out new things and works very hard to satisfy her curiosity. One day, Honey comes across a family of humans watching Superman on TV, and she is intrigued by the way Superman helps people. Little Honey decides that she wants to be a superhero.&lt;br /&gt;
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Honey gets a disguise since she can already fly. But can honey be a good superhero? Or is she going to fail at being a superhero because she is so small?&lt;br /&gt;
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Honey The Hero is a lovely chapter book for kids and the protagonist is completely adorable. The story's theme should resonate well with little people and though I feel the illustrations could have been better in some places, Sarah Shaw has done quite a decent job.&lt;br /&gt;
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A fun read.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Title :&lt;/b&gt; Honey The Hero&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Author :&lt;/b&gt; Emlyn Chand&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Genre :&lt;/b&gt; Children's Lit&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Format :&lt;/b&gt; Chapter Book&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Verdict :&lt;/b&gt; A fun read for kids.&lt;br /&gt;
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You can never make everyone happy. For
that matter, even pleasing a single soul can be nastily tough. So,
the best you can do is to follow your heart, and do what makes YOU
happy. After all, it's your life. And you are the most important
character in this choose your own adventure novel.&lt;/div&gt;
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Like most people, I was introduced to Santa and Banta through sardar jokes. And more often than not, these sardar jokes, that have flooded our inboxes for years now, have been a constant source of amusement for us. But is there any deeper meaning in these little humorous tales that has escaped our eyes? That is a question that Bantaism explores.&lt;/div&gt;
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The book is a collection of Banta Singh jokes (with many references to Santa. After all, Santa and Banta go together like engineering and vellapanti) with the author's thoughts on the stories.&amp;nbsp;The slim book is structured in a simple manner, with the author's commentary following each joke. The commentary picked out little nuances that often escape our eyes, and connected them well with day-to-day life.&lt;br /&gt;
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Some of the jokes are downright hilarious, and the rest chuckle-worthy. A good, varied collection, for sure, but arranged somewhat haphazardly. It's tough to find any theme linking between the stories, which was a bit uneasy for me at first, but the book slowly grew on me. I really feel that a different structure would have made the book a more enjoyable read.&lt;br /&gt;
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The author's commentary is one of the most insightful interpretations of jokes that I have comes across. Some of them really got me thinking, but at times, I found myself disagreeing with the author's viewpoint, and that kind of dampened the fun a bit for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I would say, definitely worth a one-time read for the sheer fun of the jokes.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Title :&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bantaism - The Philosophy of Sardar jokes&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Author :&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Niranjan Ramakrishnan (Bhai Niranjan Singh 'Amrikawale')&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Genre :&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Humour&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Verdict :&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Good company for a boring day.&lt;br /&gt;
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The three things every girl has wanted
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1. Has any girl ever looked at her and
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2. What is going on in the mind of her
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3. Is she looking fat?&lt;/div&gt;
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Cambria Hebert is hosting this&lt;a href="http://cambriahebert.com/2012/04/tell-me-something-tuesday-16/"&gt; really cool meme&lt;/a&gt; on Book Boyfriends. You know, the characters in books that make you go "I wish I had a BF like that!" or get you all dreamy-eyed.&lt;br /&gt;
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*thinks about MM*&lt;br /&gt;
*loses focus*&lt;br /&gt;
*buzzing sound of mosquito brings her back to reality*&lt;br /&gt;
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So, here goes my list of book boyfriends, in chronological order:&lt;br /&gt;
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1. &lt;b&gt;Gilbert Blythe&lt;/b&gt; from Anne of Green Gables by LM Montgomery. Sure he didn't get along well with Anne at first, but he was cute enough to leave his job for Anne.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. &lt;b&gt;Fitzwilliam Darcy&lt;/b&gt; from Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. He was totally droolworthy. Not to mention so kind and thoughtful and manly.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. &lt;b&gt;Ryan Oberoi&lt;/b&gt; from Five Point Someone by Chetan Bhagat. I had a huge crush on him. Loved the way he took everything so casually, could do anything for his friends, and of course, looked fantabulous.&lt;br /&gt;
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4. &lt;b&gt;Bill Weasley&lt;/b&gt; from the Harry Potter series by JK Rowling. He was stylish, loved his family, a curse-breaker (that's uber cool!) and had a great sense of humour. And for the record, I certainly don't mind the werewolf-attacked face.&lt;br /&gt;
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5. &lt;b&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/b&gt; from the Twilight series by Stephenie Meyer. Vampire. Immortal. Sexy. Loving. Chivalrous. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;
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But I finally settled down with MM (&lt;b&gt;Michael Moscovtiz&lt;/b&gt;) from the Princess Diaries series by Meg Cabot. He is just so perfect! And we are living happily ever after. Unless, of course, someone as awesome (unlikely) catches my eye. ;)&lt;br /&gt;
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1. It is a very bad idea to trust your
best friend on the first of April. He may be evil enough to play a
huge prank on you. And you may be prat enough to believe his story.
'nuff said.&lt;/div&gt;
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2. Reading beauty blogs is more
addictive than playing angry birds. If you don’t believe me, just
take a look at &lt;a href="http://addictedtoblush.blogspot.com/"&gt;Addicted to Blush&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://peachesandblush.com/"&gt;Peaches &amp;amp; Blush&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.indianvanitycase.com/"&gt;Indian Vanity Case&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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3. Listening to the song &lt;a href="http://www.in.com/videos/gallery/rabta-agent-vinod-song-with-lyrics-saif-ali-khan-kareena-kapoor-id-LqjAyBX1lQ4.html"&gt;Raabta from Agent Vinod&lt;/a&gt; is not a good idea if you want to concentrate on
engineering mathematics.&lt;/div&gt;
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4. Dairy Milk Silk  Orange Peel is NOT
a good buy. I should've stuck with the regular, or fruit and nut
varieties. Not only did I blow some fifty or sixty bucks on the damn
thing, I had to wash it down with coke so I wouldn't die of bad
aftertaste.&lt;/div&gt;
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5. Kwality Walls tutti-frutti icecream
has an uncanny resemblance with Britannia fruit cakes in terms of
taste. Only, cakes don’t taste that good frozen, and I can’t take
icecream for lunch to college the way I used to take cakes to school.
*sighs*&lt;/div&gt;
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6. Never fight with your
six-years-old-and-soon-to-be-seven brother. Even if he is the one who
is the culprit behind making noise, you are the one who will be
blamed for causing trouble. Oh, and love all your aunts, especially
the mothers of your little brothers, because they are the only ones
who will come to your rescue, when your mother shouts at you.&lt;/div&gt;
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7. Just let things be. Life will figure
them out on it’s own. You don’t really have to poke your nose
into everything, trying to manipulate things to suit yourself.
There’s something called destiny.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;I don't care what the world thinks of
you, whether they like you or not. I just know that you're meant for
me, and...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;I know it's a dangerous game we are
playing, and that one of us is going to lose soon. But this is one of
those games where the loser wins, and the winner loses; the loser
wins a lesson they will never forget, and the winner loses a
wonderful person who loved them more than anything else.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I just got the Sunshine Award from
&lt;a href="http://sunilscove.wordpress.com/"&gt;Sunil, of Arriere pensee&lt;/a&gt;! Thanks a lot Sunil. The award really made my
day. The award is meant for “bloggers who are inspirational, and
who have impacted your blogging or your life”, and it is really
touching that you found Soaring Dreams to be worthy of the award.&lt;/div&gt;
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Now, the rules of the award. The
recipient has to-&lt;/div&gt;
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Answer ten questions.&lt;/div&gt;
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Post the award's logo on their blog.&lt;/div&gt;
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Pass on the award to 10-12 other
inspiring bloggers.&lt;/div&gt;
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Link to the blogs of the recipients
chosen, and comment on their blogs to let them know that they have
been awarded.&lt;/div&gt;
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Link to the person who nominated them.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Ten Questions:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Favourite Colour –&lt;/i&gt; Black AND Baby
Pink. I haven't been able to pick a clear winner out of the two,
ever.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Favourite Animal –&lt;/i&gt; Phoenix. Yeah,
it's a mythical creature, but so what? :P&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Favourite Number –&lt;/i&gt; Numero Uno!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Favourite Non-alcoholic drink –&lt;/i&gt;
Orange juice.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Facebook or Twitter? -&lt;/i&gt; Facebook. I am
&lt;a href="http://www.sudeshnadas.com/2012/02/10-ways-to-know-you-are-addicted-to.html"&gt;practically addicted&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Passion –&lt;/i&gt; Reading.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Giving gifts or getting gifts? -&lt;/i&gt; Giving
gifts and getting compliments. ;)&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Favourite Pattern –&lt;/i&gt; Anything
doodle-like.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Favourite Day of the Week –&lt;/i&gt; Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;
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Dadu and I had our own little secret
places all over the house and the neighbourhood. The forbidden
balcony of the under-renovation ancestral house where we lived, where
kids of our large joint family weren't allowed to go for fear of
falling down, the half-broken birdhouse on the roof where pigeons
still lived, the cycle repair shop where I wasn't allowed to go for
fear of becoming more tomboyish than I already was, but where Dadu
would take me anyway, so that I could look at my dream-bike – a
purple BSA Ladybird. But our favourite place was the
under-construction platform of the nearest railway station that was a
five-minutes walking distance away from home.&lt;/div&gt;
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Every evening, Dadu would make some
excuse to mom and Thakuma (Dadi) to take me outside the house for a
walk, with the promise of not taking me to the railway station, as I
had narrowly escaped an accident in that area once, and Thakuma
believed the place to be unlucky for me.&lt;/div&gt;
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We would start with a walk around our
garden which Dadu had created from the scratch, where he would quiz
me on the many facts about various plants he had told me, and every
time I gave a correct answer, I was allowed to tickle one of the many
touch-me-not plants, watching the leaves furl with amazement.&lt;/div&gt;
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On the way to the railway station, we
always stopped at a small tea-stall, where Dadu had his evening tea
and I had two sweet biscuits that looked like sunflowers, with sugar
crystals making a thin crust on the top. They were my absolute
favourite at that time.&lt;/div&gt;
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The way to the railway station was
through a series of small lanes, in which puddles formed in the
monsoon. Dadu and I would walk up to
the under-construction platform and sit on a bench. I would count the
number of trains going to the left and going to the right; the idea
of up and down trains was still alien to me. I was three years old.&lt;/div&gt;
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I
waved goodbye to trains that passed, and some passengers, assuming
that I was waving to people and not the train, would wave back to me.
On occasions, I would count kites in the sky, sometimes grouping them
by colour, sometimes by size and sometimes by the shape of their
tails. And I always told Dadu that one day I would grow up and board
one of those trains and go to a far away place.&lt;/div&gt;
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About
an hour later, when the sun would be about to set, and birds started
flying back to their nests, Dadu and I would get up and walk back
home.&lt;/div&gt;
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The
railway station has transformed into a junction now. The muddy paths
have become roads. The then under-construction platform is now
flanked by multiple platforms that are busy with commuters at all
times, and the solitary bench where Dadu and I sat has been replaced
by a series of seating areas that can accommodate many people at a
time.&lt;/div&gt;
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I have
my own purple Ladybird now, and I still go to the station often. But
alone. And only when I have to go somewhere by train. I no longer
have the leisure to sit for an hour in the evening in the platform
everyday, waving to trains passing by, or counting kites in the sky
on Independence Day. The tea-stall which used to sell sugary biscuits
is now a bustling restaurant that has a banner which says “Chainese Moghlai Veg Nonveg” (sic).&lt;/div&gt;
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Dadu
hasn't been to the station for a long time now as he is not well.
It's been more than a decade since I went to the station with him.
But even today, when I pass by the place where the bench was, I see a
small girl waving at trains as fast as her small hands would allow,
and her grandfather sitting beside her, looking happily at the
smiling girl, handing her sugar-crusted biscuits. And I feel as if I
am three years old again, and it's all happening for real once again.&lt;/div&gt;
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Bandargaon is a fictional suburb in Mumbai that has an upbeat, colourful life of its own. Its residents, too, come with their myriad variety of emotions. Sunrise Apartments, Jinias Chai House, Jaanam Desi Bar, and the Purana Qila are places that witness the heartbreaks, dreams and hopes of the residents of Bandargaon from close quarters. And the author provides a glimpse into the lives of the residents of Bandargaon through this novel.&lt;/div&gt;
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All thirteen chapters of the book are devoted to a melange of characters like the local beauty Shalini, who is wooed by both Chagan and Vinayak, and keeps changing her mind all the time when it comes to choosing one of the two suitors, Lakshmibai, Shalini's mother, whose favour Vinayak tries to win in order to get Shalini’s hand in marriage, Sajjanpur, the local politician who refuses to give up on his dreams of winning a seemingly impossible election, Chitrahar, the roadside beggar, Sultan, the irritable grocer who has to deal with Khopdi, the extra-friendly street-dog, and other characters like Miranda, the mortician who seeks answers from a priest, C Chatri, the local contractor, Geetha, Anand, and Shimpi.&lt;/div&gt;
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The story proceeds with the plots woven in a somewhat overlapping manner, yet nicely connected and completely coherent. There is a constant presence of the element of humour all through the book, that is simple, yet powerful. There is a presence of nice punchlines throughout the book, that left their mark on me.&lt;/div&gt;
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Day-to-day problems that the people face, be it the shortage of water or the wide-spread corrupt system; everything is given a touch of humour and made an entertaining read. Even the dull happenings are presented in an entertaining manner. Though the storyline was a simple one, it did have its fair share of twists and turns, and kept me turning the pages.&lt;/div&gt;
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The characters are extremely well-developed, and I could identify some of them with people I know in real life. I guess they have this universal appeal, being common people with common problems, with the usual ups and downs in their lives that we are used to experiencing in our daily lives.&lt;/div&gt;
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The dark sides of the society have also been explored from time-to-time. But everything has been kept balanced, and I found it quite tough to classify the book into any particular genre.&lt;/div&gt;
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The author Navneet Jagannathan has made a nice debut with Tamasha in Bandargaon, and I would definitely read a sequel of the book, which seems plausible, as the author has left many story threads open. Also, the careful development of the characters would seem like a waste if a sequel doesn’t follow. Another round of the tamasha would be nice treat!&lt;/div&gt;
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I liked the book a lot, and found it to be an engaging read. The desi tadka that has been incorporated in the story every now and then only makes it a more enjoyable read. I’d definitely recommend it to anyone looking for a popular fiction take on the real India.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Tamasha in Bandargaon&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; Navneet Jagannathan&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Genre:&lt;/b&gt; General Fiction&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Publisher:&lt;/b&gt; Tranquebar Press&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Verdict:&lt;/b&gt; An enjoyable read. I recommend.&lt;/div&gt;
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1. Facebook is the first website you visit everyday, and also the last.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. You firmly believe you will miss out on news that will change your life if you don't check your notifications every few hours.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. You cannot remember what your parents told you last night, but you can quote your best friend's status update from last night without missing a comma.&lt;br /&gt;
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4. You display the thumbs up instead of saying how much you like something, without being aware of it.&lt;br /&gt;
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5. You have visited your friends' walls/timelines three times more than you've been to their homes.&lt;br /&gt;
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6. You create events for seemingly regular things, like going to school or bunking college.&lt;br /&gt;
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7. You like every page that you see, unless it grosses you out.&lt;br /&gt;
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8. Your news feed is flooded with updates from people you hardly know, about things you hardly want to know about.&lt;br /&gt;
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9. You have a "real-life" best friend and a "Facebook" best friend.&lt;br /&gt;
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10. You read this, smiled on a lot of points, decided to share it on Facebook and now you're thinking "How did she know?"&lt;br /&gt;
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Um, I'm thinking of cutting back on Facebooking. I won't quit, but it's getting out-of-hand. I so need a Facebook-Addicts Anonymous. Oh wait, &lt;a href="http://www.quitfacebookday.com/"&gt;there is one&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;
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Not knowing what will happen in the future is just not good enough an excuse to not follow your dreams. Of course you don't know what will happen. If you did, what would be the whole point of working towards it? Would you still feel the same thrill of fighting if you knew you would win? Would you even bother to put on the skates if you knew it wasn't your forte? Would you still be blown away by the joy of winning if you already knew you were meant for victory?&lt;br /&gt;
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You don't even know if there's going to be a tomorrow. But you still live, don't you? You still hope for a better future. You still wish to wake up one day with everything just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just do it. The fog will part, and you will see what's beyond soon enough. And you never know what's waiting for you. It could even be your biggest dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is an awesome comic strip I found on the internet. If you happen to know the source, kindly drop a comment so that I can attribute it to the rightful owner. And in the meantime, I hope you have a good laugh!&lt;br /&gt;
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PS - For the record, I don't believe the world will end in 2012. This cannot happen. I cannot die without being a graduate. God would never do that to me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;I know all you care about is yourself
and you, but trust me, I can see through everything that you do. I do
wish I hadn't put my mind in front of you when I didn't know you'd
see my brain as edible, but really, I am not scared of zombies. You
are just one of those things I am getting rid of. Now. And I don't
need frozen peanuts to see you fall apart. The sunshine within me is
enough.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Chicken Soup for the Indian Soul : A
Book of Miracles is a collection of 101 real-life stories contributed
by people from various walks of life, of different ages and most
importantly, with different beliefs about the existence of god before
these incidents happened in their lives.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
The book starts with an introduction by
Ms Bharadia, which is, in itself, a story worth being told. In fact,
the introduction sets the tone of the book nicely and once you start
reading the book, you're already lost in page after page of sheer
miracles.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
There are sections ranging from 'The
Healing Power of a Prayer' to 'Everyday Miracles', each with its own
theme, but they are all bound by the fact that they advocate the
presence of god or an angel or a higher power, whatever you prefer to
call it. The book is well-structured, with each section beginning
with a beautiful quote that can rival the beautifully written
anecdotes that are short, simple, and crisp. Maintaining the old
adage of “Brevity is the soul of wit”, the stories are absolutely
free from fluff of any kind. They all get straight to the chase. I
also noticed that although the stories have been contributed by
different people, the editing has been done so well that you will
hardly notice a change in the author. They all gel together very
well.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
From unbelievable recoveries from
diseases to strange incidents that have no explanation whatsoever,
but changed the lives of the people involved, this book has it all.
Although, skeptics will be quick to notice that a handful of the
stories can be explained through famous psychological phenomena which
you'll come across in Wikipedia, the fact remains that most of them
are really miraculous.&lt;/div&gt;
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When I started reading, I made a mental
note to pick out the best of all the stories but by the time I was
done with the book, I was so moved by each and every word, that I was
unable to pick any favourite. This is a book which can lighten up a
gloomy day, give you some hope when you are in the deep pangs of despair
and most importantly, nourish your soul just like a piping hot bowl
of chicken soup nourishes your body.&lt;/div&gt;
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I think anyone who is agnostic should
go through this book for sure, not to mention believers. And even
atheists will find a lot to ponder about. I can say so for sure
because I have changed teams from believer to atheist to agnostic,
and now back to being a believer. And trust me, you won't regret
picking this book up.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Like every other book in the Chicken
Soup for the Soul series, A Book of Miracles is truly inspiring and
has a strange calming effect on the reader. I think it is going to be
one of my “go to” books whenever I feel low. I have a feeling
that this book is going to bring about in my own life, a miracle.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Fact-sheet:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Title :&lt;/b&gt; Chicken Soup for the Indian
Soul : A Book of Miracles&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Authors :&lt;/b&gt; Jack Canfield, Mark Victor
Hansen &amp;amp; Raksha Bharadia&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Genre :&lt;/b&gt; Inspirational&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Verdict :&lt;/b&gt; Must-read&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;It is not always that there’s a way
to reach your goal. Sometimes, you end up at a dead end, with dark
woods in front of you, and every hurdle you’ve cleared so far
behind you. You don’t want to turn back and end up where you had
started from, but neither can you think of any way to cross the
woods. You know what you should do when such a thing happens? You
should create a path of your own.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Yeah, it won’t be easy. It might even
drain you of all your energy. But I can promise you won’t regret
all the hard work when you finally reach your&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;destination.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;We were strangers in a strange place,
with our hearts filled with hope and fear. We were put together in
the battle to survive, and despite being so different from each
other, we formed a team. We fought with each other, but we also
helped. We tried to outdo each other, but we still celebrated our
successes and failures alike. The fact remains that we are not sisters by blood, but I can still count on you to stick with me through thick
and thin. I guess we are finally family.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Even though we all hide behind false
smiles, I think what makes us feel better is not when someone buys
our lies and smiles along with us, but when someone really looks
beyond the fake smile, sees our pain, gives us a tight hug and says
“No matter what you’re going through, I am always there for you”.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Me - Mom! I told you I don't want
religious pictures in my room. It clashes with the décor badly.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
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&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Mom - Happy new year to you too!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
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&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Me - It's already 2012? *Scratches head*&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Mom - I thought you'd like a new
calendar in your room.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Me - Yes, mom, I would. Only not
anything that is so old-fashioned.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Mom - Fine, I'll put this one up in
the living room.&amp;nbsp;*Turns to leave with calendar in
her hand*&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Me - Mom, I love you. *Sheepish
grin*&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Mom - Hungry, are you?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
*Bigger sheepish grin*&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Um, that about sums up the way I began
the year with a bang. Happy New Year to you!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tilottama
is a mistress of spices – she is one of those gifted few who can
talk to spices, and can invoke their secret powers to cure troubles
in the lives of others. In a life marked with an unusual childhood as
a celebrated psychic and many years as a pirate queen, Tilo has
already grown tired of the normal life. She knows she is meant for
something special, and when she discovers that she is to be the
mistress of spices, she embraces her destiny happily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But
when she comes across a mysterious American, she does the one thing
that she is not supposed to do – she falls in love. Now she has to
choose between her forbidden desire and her magical powers, for she
cannot have them both. What will Tilo choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The
Mistress of Spices is laden with beautiful prose that reads like
poetry, and yet has a down-to-earth feel to it. The story closely
follows the lives of Indian immigrants chasing their dreams in
America, and the many complications that arise from trying to choose
between what they should do, and what they want to do. The book’s
structure makes it a very pleasant read, and I couldn’t help but
marvel at Ms Divakaruni’s skillful writing that made even the
strangest of fantasies alive in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tilo
is an image of what every woman really is, deep inside. And she has
been portrayed with such honesty that it’s hard not to become Tilo
when you’re reading the book, and feel her every emotion flow
through your own veins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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sheet:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title
:&lt;/b&gt; The Mistress of Spices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author
:&lt;/b&gt; Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre
:&lt;/b&gt; Lit fic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Verdict
:&lt;/b&gt; A must-read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As
different as two people could ever be. She, with the smile that can
wipe away anyone's tears. He, with eyes that can pierce through any
lie. She, as carefree as a butterfly. He, the epitome of danger. She,
summer personified. He, spreading the chill of winter. Together, they
merged into one soul. And then, magic happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mia
(Amelia) Thermopolis is a high school fresher, studying in Albert
Einstein High School with her childhood bestfriend Lily Moscovitz.
She is socially awkward, not popular in school, and dreads Maths. Her
life is tough as it is, but it becomes tougher when her mother starts
dating her Algebra teacher, the boy she has a crush on starts hanging
out with her bitter rival, and oh yes, when she finds out that she is
not Amelia Thermopolis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;She
is Amelia Mignonette Grimaldi Thermopolis Renaldo, the princess of
Genovia, a small European principality. How will Mia deal with all
this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The
Princess Diaries is one of the best chicklit books I have read so
far. No sooner did I start reading the book did I feel as if Mia was
an old friend, and I, her confidante. I found the book to be
extremely therapeutic, as I could identify with every emotion that
Mia feels, and the equations she has with various people in her life.
This book will leave you feeling so much better than you were feeling
before you started reading it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fact
sheet:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title
:&lt;/b&gt; The Princess Diaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author
:&lt;/b&gt; Meg Cabot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre
:&lt;/b&gt; Chicklit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sequel
: &lt;/b&gt;The Princess Diaries : Take Two (Princess In the Spotlight)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Other
books in the series (American titles in parentheses) :&lt;/b&gt; The Princess
Diaries : Third Time Lucky (Princess In Love), The Princess Diaries :
Mia Goes Fourth (Princess In Waiting), The Princess Diaries : Give Me
Five (Princess In Pink), The Princess Diaries : Sixational (Princess
In Training), The Princess Diaries : Seventh Heaven (Party Princess),
The Princess Diaries : After Eight (Princess On The Brink), The
Princess Diaries : To The Nines (Princess Mia) &amp;amp; The Princess
Diaries : Ten On Ten (Forever Princess)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Companion
Books :&lt;/b&gt; Valentine Princess, Project Princess, The Princess Present,
Sweet Sixteen Princess, Princess Lessons, Perfect Princess &amp;amp;
Holiday Princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Verdict
:&lt;/b&gt; Every girl should have this book on her bookshelf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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