<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296034396037289624</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 14 Sep 2024 13:58:14 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Contemporary Fiction</category><category>Humour</category><category>Love</category><category>Relationships</category><category>1001 Books</category><category>Immigrant Fiction</category><category>Poignant</category><category>Adult Fiction</category><category>Fantasy Fiction</category><category>Indian Fiction</category><category>Music</category><category>Supernatural Fiction</category><category>UK Fiction</category><category>US Fiction</category><category>19th Century Fiction</category><category>Art</category><category>Audrey Niffeneger</category><category>Author Talks</category><category>Children&#39;s Fiction</category><category>Conspiracy</category><category>Family Fiction</category><category>Jamaican Fiction</category><category>Kamila Shamshie</category><category>Literary Fiction</category><category>Lust</category><category>Newberry Medal Winner</category><category>Nobel Prize Winner</category><category>Pakistan Fiction</category><category>Political Fiction</category><category>Pulitzer Winner</category><category>Sarah Waters</category><category>Satire</category><category>Short Stories</category><category>Slavery</category><category>Thriller</category><category>Vienna</category><category>War Fiction</category><category>Wellington</category><category>Women&#39;s Fiction</category><title>Cauldron-Of-Books</title><description>Writing about reading while it is raining books</description><link>http://suchisbookshelf.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (OtherHalf)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296034396037289624.post-2935482183013197397</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Apr 2010 08:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-25T20:46:39.313+12:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Adult Fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Art</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Contemporary Fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humour</category><title>Jeff in Venice, Death in Varanasi – Geoff Dyer</title><description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px&quot; title=&quot;image&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;image&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKRUixeUciN1VMVA3ShiS9udUv2AQyhliQBF3R2QGvkdmbqQXOyz-jQKn5wh6sA0LqY7aCYHeW-TcyTir_UUFBhyphenhyphenE5bQ5er7t70fmcdolByU6l_CwOMYsvvTfVfbXj7uLrHsuQZPYL1x8/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;144&quot; height=&quot;217&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#400000&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.librarything.com/author/dyergeoff&quot;&gt;Geoff Dyer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was one of the authors who charmed the quaint city of Wellington with his presence during the Writers and Readers week a couple of months back. Add to that a catchy title and it was but little wonder that this book soon occupied the grand stands of every book store in Wellington. Not to be left behind I got a copy from the local library and was soon walking through the art galleries of Venice and trying to “find myself” in Varanasi.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#400000&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jeff Atman &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is a freelance journalist who loathes his job (well who doesn’t?), but for the sake of the fine bread and butter on his table goes about writing mindless articles. He lands up with an assignment to cover the Biennale art extravaganza in Venice. Jeff is going through an acute mid life crisis and his self-esteem has reached an extreme low point when he meets &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laura&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, a mind blowing, beautiful woman, who is in Venice to promote the art gallery for which she works. Amidst the pomp and splendour of the Biennale adventure, and a lot of mindless parties Laura and Jeff find themselves enjoying each other (sometimes they even have conversations ;)) to a point of excess. Jeff starts to fall in love with Venice when the spiritual city of Varanasi beckons in the form of another assignment.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#400000&quot;&gt;After the raucous adventure in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Venice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, he is confronted with an entirely different experience in the city of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Varanasi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Surprisingly Jeff and Varanasi start getting along splendidly with each other and soon he is in search of himself in the crowded streets of Varanasi.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#400000&quot;&gt;Jeff in Venice, Death in Varanasi is an interesting book written in two parts which, other than the connecting thread called Jeff are entirely different. Geoff’s sense of humour is very apparent all through the book especially his accounts of life in Varanasi. The author deftly switches from third person narrative of events in Venice to a first person narrative in Varanasi. It is symbolic of Jeff’s journey from being a nobody to truly finding peace with himself. Geoff’s descriptions of&amp;nbsp; Varanasi, although coming from a westerner’s point of view are very accurate. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#400000&quot;&gt;The part set in Varanasi started to resemble a travel guide of sorts after a while, but Geoff’s British humour more than made up for it. After some graphic descriptions of sex scenes in Venice, their absence was a bit conspicuous in Varanasi but they seem to go well with Jeff’s spiritual journey.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#400000&quot;&gt;Jeff is Venice, Death in Varanasi is a good choice if you are looking for a book to crack up on but the reader has to be a bit patient in Varanasi.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800000&quot;&gt;Book Rating – 3.75/5&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#400000&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800000&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Book Stats:-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;No. of Pages:-&lt;/b&gt; 296; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Year Published:-&lt;/b&gt; 2009; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Publisher:-&lt;/b&gt; Cannongate Books Ltd;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Book Setting:-&lt;/b&gt; Venice;Varanasi &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reading dates:-&lt;/b&gt; 10/Apr/2010 - 16/Apr/2010&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#400000&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laughable Lines:-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;table border=&quot;1&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;2&quot; width=&quot;400&quot;&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;400&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#400000&quot;&gt;“Anand was completely wrong about driving in&amp;nbsp; Varanasi. The traffic is not terrible at all. It is beyond any idea of terribleness. It is beyond any idea of traffic.”&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#400000&quot;&gt;“&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You need three things if you are driving in Varanasi. Good horn, good brakes and good luck.”&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#400000&quot;&gt;“&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Even the fake holy men- and I’d been warned by Jamal, that many of them were wholly fake – were genuine.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#400000&quot;&gt;If you like this, you might also be interested in:-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;2&quot; width=&quot;400&quot;&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;400&quot;&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.librarything.com/work/45188/descriptions&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px&quot; title=&quot;image&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;image&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_1Su_RDRbylIJSyiwmtR5MWEYCaJQYKIhicD6MAnpgflRyNFDclF-QFDGzQPhF4T0CbRZlZby_MEzH2ClRxeNQJgggghyrjrnYIt3mhdGumofeAFx7aQf-kMQw21FWNVPstDAl5jhyphenhyphenTs/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;144&quot; height=&quot;217&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#400000&quot;&gt;After all the flamboyance of Venice and the hustle and bustle of Varanasi, join me in a ride through 18th century France in my upcoming review of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.librarything.com/work/36980/descriptions/59249677&quot;&gt;Perfume:The Story of a murderer by Patrick Suskind&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </description><link>http://suchisbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/04/jeff-in-venice-death-in-varanasi-geoff.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (OtherHalf)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKRUixeUciN1VMVA3ShiS9udUv2AQyhliQBF3R2QGvkdmbqQXOyz-jQKn5wh6sA0LqY7aCYHeW-TcyTir_UUFBhyphenhyphenE5bQ5er7t70fmcdolByU6l_CwOMYsvvTfVfbXj7uLrHsuQZPYL1x8/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296034396037289624.post-9148444671261274824</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Apr 2010 05:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-12T17:34:04.752+12:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">19th Century Fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jamaican Fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Slavery</category><title>The Long Song – Andrea Levy</title><description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px&quot; title=&quot;image&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;image&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNSV5D2-rxMDVFBf-IG3603AX-JoJoo0-_etyte8x4xrefiPNC64OD7g8z4PgRDzPHk_vZR7p3s62WBJr-Dy4a0UyAPPV-9wLgNzvveJAxXWuYN7IyzY8d-NspOBRCFpGPeQuDqs8DuJM/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;144&quot; height=&quot;218&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0755359410/ref=nosim/librarythin08-20&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Long Song&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;seemed to be occupying the front shelf of every bookstore, that I nearly grabbed the book off the bestseller shelf in the library, when I saw it lying in innocent wait for a reader. I had no clue what the book was about, except that the cover and the name seemed reason enough to want to read it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;Little was I to know that I would be transported nearly two centuries back in time to the island of Jamaica. What a journey, it indeed was!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;Set in the mid nineteenth century, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Long Song &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;chronicles the life and times of a house slave called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;July&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who lives in Jamaica at the height of the slave trade. This revolutionary tale spoken through the voice of July, whose extraordinary journey began soon as she was sold to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caroline Mortimer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the sister of John, who owns the plantation of Amity, where July’s mother, &lt;strong&gt;Kitty&lt;/strong&gt; is a slave worker. Caroline, who even after ten years, laments the comforts of the lifestyle that she left behind on the shores of England, tries to recreate those settings in the hot island with the aid of her house-maid July. All their lives are soon thrown into a state of turmoil as the slaves march forward in their struggle for freedom from the shackles binding them to the plantation and their owners. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;There is a certain levity and mischievousness about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.librarything.com/author/levyandrea&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Andrea’s&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; character, July which makes the book so enjoyable. Narrated in any other tone and it would have depressed the reader so thoroughly that it would have taken not one but several &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.librarything.com/author/wodehousepg&quot;&gt;Wodehouses&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to restore his/her equanimity. Despite the heavy air surrounding the unjustness of the events unfolding in the book, there is a very positive feel to it highlighting the strength of the human character in their fight against injustice and their extreme endurance. The character of Caroline has been so aptly depicted as one who turns a blind eye to everything around her and in doing so believes that ‘What you cannot see, surely must not have happened’. Andrea has recreated the settings of Jamaica so well that they seem to come alive before the reader’s eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;The only thing that the reader may find hard to grapple initially is the language of the natives but drink in a few pages and you soon get used to it. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Long Song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is indeed a very powerful book about different (difficult) times to be ignored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: maroon&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: maroon&quot;&gt;Book Rating – 4/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: maroon&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Book Stats:-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;No. of Pages:-&lt;/b&gt; 308; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Year Published:-&lt;/b&gt; 2010; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Publisher:-&lt;/b&gt; Headline Publishing Group;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Book Setting:-&lt;/b&gt; Jamaica; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reading dates:-&lt;/b&gt; 07/Apr/2010 - 10/Apr/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;Other books by the Andrea Levy:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;table style=&quot;width: 400px&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;2&quot;&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;200&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.librarything.com/work/7325/descriptions&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; 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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;Join me along with Jeff Atman in his wanderings around the arty water city of Venice and the spiritual rehab of Varanasi in my upcoming review of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.librarything.com/work/6793679/descriptions/58748056&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jeff in Venice, Death in Varanasi by Geoff Dyer&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </description><link>http://suchisbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/04/long-song-andrea-levy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (OtherHalf)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNSV5D2-rxMDVFBf-IG3603AX-JoJoo0-_etyte8x4xrefiPNC64OD7g8z4PgRDzPHk_vZR7p3s62WBJr-Dy4a0UyAPPV-9wLgNzvveJAxXWuYN7IyzY8d-NspOBRCFpGPeQuDqs8DuJM/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296034396037289624.post-5417183849903715079</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Apr 2010 10:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-12T11:43:01.547+12:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Contemporary Fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Immigrant Fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Indian Fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poignant</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pulitzer Winner</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Relationships</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Short Stories</category><title>Interpreter of Maladies – Jhumpa Lahiri</title><description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;border-bottom: 0px; 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I was also looking forward to reading a book set in India to partly quell my nostalgia, but partly to give my readers a spicy, aromatic taste of this exotic land. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Interpreter of Maladies&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; just seemed to fit my bill and so I set about perusing it. In the end, I was left with some mixed feelings about the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Interpreter of Maladies&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is a motley collection of nine tales travelling between the frigid New England winters to the bustling city of Calcutta in India. There is a strong undercurrent of love and longing welling up in her characters, some for their homeland, while still others for the life that once was, with the familiar stranger that they have grown used to. Through these stories, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.librarything.com/author/lahirijhumpa&quot; linkindex=&quot;22&quot;&gt;Lahiri&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; has tried to capture the feelings of awe and fear that passes through an immigrant’s mind as they travel the seas to a land far removed from their own. All the tales are heavy with an air of poignancy, typical of Lahiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;Lahiri is definitely a good writer with her vivid imagination and accurate depiction of her characters. It is because of this latter trait that the reader becomes quite attached to most of her characters, although they are only available for twenty or so pages. I liked her knack of bringing unlikely people together in a relationship that seems to extend it’s arms of friendship, while making strangers out of once-upon-a-time-lovers. She has brought our attention to the strangeness of the human mind when a woman cannot tell her husband some bitter truths about their relationships but can do so to someone she has met for only a day, for precisely that reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;However a few stories like ‘This Blessed House’ and ‘The Treatment of Bibi Haldar’ seemed to have been stretching on forever and in the end, revealed themselves to be quite pointless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;Interpreter of Maladies is a decent choice if you are looking for a collection of stories to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: maroon&quot;&gt;Book Rating – 3.5/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: maroon&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Book Stats:-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;No. of Pages:-&lt;/b&gt; 198; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Year Published:-&lt;/b&gt; 1999; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Publisher:-&lt;/b&gt; Houghton Mifflin Company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Book Setting:-&lt;/b&gt; US, India; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reading dates:-&lt;/b&gt; 05/Apr/2010 - 07/Apr/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: maroon&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stories in my order of preference:-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;table style=&quot;width: 400px&quot; border=&quot;1&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;2&quot;&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;400&quot;&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sexy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Temporary Matter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Interpreter of Maladies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;When Mr Pirzada came to dine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mrs Sen’s&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Third and Final Continent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Real Durwan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;This Blessed House&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Treatment of Bibi Haldar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;Other books by Jhumpa Lahiri that you might be interested in:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;table style=&quot;width: 444px&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;2&quot;&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;253&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.librarything.com/work/2977325/descriptions/33713996&quot; linkindex=&quot;23&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px&quot; title=&quot;image&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;image&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6TdekehKwY5tnw4KZSuaTTMfuLtgaQw2prHQ_DCKz8fg3BwyE-_VUe3DdLwymzCwpIAq75J2b_ZQIG61x5JUvOE-wn7x5YN3lGvXruro0WIgNt3xNVfvSyTYKepHTGLNBsfqiEa6BfmQ/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;144&quot; height=&quot;211&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;189&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.librarything.com/work/3015/descriptions&quot; linkindex=&quot;24&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px&quot; title=&quot;image&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;image&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPFufu8TJzzkK0xC8n1Ve56AHGOd1H0i6Idb2ccdyoTbpD3kJnlL_5gwxqPC092D79U86qbH0U-_RYmTWrqmUnEk5bT-dUHROReCfTG6-bBykBNq83Y4NA_eub_hCABTFk0MfGit3uwNo/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;138&quot; height=&quot;211&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;Watch out for my next review from the exotic Caribbean island of Jamaica, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0374192170/ref=nosim/librarythin08-20&quot; linkindex=&quot;25&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;A Long Song by Andrea Levy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, the tale of a 19th century slave and her owners.&lt;/span&gt;  </description><link>http://suchisbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/04/interpreter-of-maladies-jhumpa-lahiri.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (OtherHalf)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYZlqBJVDeLKynf5u_n1ucB5GbnrLUTKeu44xGDdlQzEC1ED0ExwDsc3zFJcAeFuObJUSSiaaixm0KqMRCohLUM02vxO9gdpKima-APIqauZ3jjwtzBBkp32LWY9pcrrlaXbnkNwrx2AA/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296034396037289624.post-4162946688842316764</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Apr 2010 08:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-06T19:54:35.585+12:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Contemporary Fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Literary Fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pakistan Fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poignant</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Political Fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Relationships</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Women&#39;s Fiction</category><title>Broken Verses – Kamila Shamsie</title><description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPZ0MjfUbwzXt4Ph2Jzbz0CdRdQCgucR3JbLTiyS1IpayWLYdV8tC3WgM_yr-7PhLSAR6ALlcfPqfT98TB0nNDeSHEikSvrB7BwjYI6smwLNaXBw8aY4RlajazjCJ2jOEuixzz7NUdJDI/s1600-h/483%5B2%5D.jpg&quot; linkindex=&quot;24&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px&quot; title=&quot;483&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;483&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVrCTIhE5T1oihfjOxurUXTmgAQzWqMamnNE4fGA3rEZIVb_0KFYVAcFOHCgcySAIGmgbu2hM7OygpneXiDGneebPIhDo1xFNXgcrZ0w04LXjlVi06mESM_M-oHyK5klN7Oh7B01pVTK4/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;244&quot; height=&quot;184&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;After reading &lt;a href=&quot;http://suchisbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/burnt-shadows-kamila-shamsie.html&quot; linkindex=&quot;25&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Burnt Shadows&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Kamila Shamsie, I was so taken in by her elegant writing style that I could not stop myself from picking up &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Broken Verses.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Kamila has revealed yet again the artful story teller that she is. If a book can move you to tears, then surely there is something much more to it than just a story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;The protagonist, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aasmaani Inqalab&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; literally meaning Celestial Revolution, lives in the seaside city of Karachi, where she flits from one mundane job to another so she can remove any spark of the person she once was willing to be, a person who thought she could change the world. Born to a highly unconventional activist mother and a regular banker, Aasmaani, since her childhood has been embroiled in conflicting worlds, an idealist world of protests and poetry which belongs to her mother, Samina and her lover, The Poet, and the pragmatic comforting world of her father and his family. Aasmaani, who cannot come to terms with her mother’s disappearance, has been conjuring up images of her glorious return the past fifteen years. She is so caught up in thinking she has never been good enough for her mother to stay, that she fails to see the people around her reaching out to her and trying to pull her out of her shell, including her half sister &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Razia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and her colleague &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. It remains to be seen whether Aasmaani does loosen up as this riveting tale draws to a close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;A literary feast, a political fiction, a tale of passionate love, the story of a person torn between her role of lover and mother, I cannot even begin to categorise what &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Broken Verses&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is all about. Kamila etches out her characters so vividly that the reader soon becomes engrossed in them. In a nation, at a time when one cannot even say the word democracy loud enough for fear of getting caught by the minions of the government, Samina fearlessly dons the activist garb and you find yourself wondering through Aasmaani, whether she stops being a mother when she starts becoming an activist. When she takes her beloved in her arms, is she any less of a mother? These questions torture the reader as Aasmaani goes through her life not being able to let go of any hatred as she imagines herself to be the girl whom her mother has left behind over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;The sea speaks out to you through The Poet’s muse, which is a passionate rendition of his love for Samina. Their love is beyond words that, it is little wonder that everyone who loves Samina, including Aasmaani, feel they are competing with a force they cannot reckon. I loved Kamila’s portrayal of the quiet courage and determination of Bheema, Aasmaani’s step mother, who fights battles everyday at home for the sake of her family, which are no less courageous as compared to the battles fought on the street for the sake of the country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;I enjoyed reading the book thoroughly, although, I wish it had ended differently. But I quickly brush aside that thought as the book has too many merits to be ignored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;With &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Broken Verses, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Kamila has once again proved that she is a literary genius. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;A little bit of cricket, a lot of politics, impassioned poetry, lyrical verse, subterfuge, religion, the book has it all. Do yourself a favour and grab the next copy you find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: maroon&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: maroon&quot;&gt;Book Rating – 4.25/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: maroon&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Book Stats:-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;No. of Pages:-&lt;/b&gt; 338; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Year Published:-&lt;/b&gt; 2005; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Publisher:-&lt;/b&gt; Bloomsbury Publishing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Book Setting:-&lt;/b&gt; Karachi, Pakistan; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reading dates:-&lt;/b&gt; 03/Apr/2010 - 05/Apr/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: maroon&quot;&gt;Lyrical prose from the book:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;table style=&quot;width: 400px&quot; border=&quot;1&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;2&quot;&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;400&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;…language somersault through rings of fire&lt;br&gt;Yes, it is comforting to blame our failures on the bigotry of others, isn’t it?&lt;br&gt;…lines that could wrap themselves around your chest until your ribcage cracked open and your heart lay exposed.&lt;br&gt;Prayer is as quiet and as resonant as a single drop of raindrop falling on a desert.&lt;br&gt;Karachi lit up in lights like a bejewelled bride trying to draw attention away from the ungainliness of her natural facade. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;If you like this you might also like:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;table style=&quot;width: 400px&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;2&quot;&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;200&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.librarything.com/work/7525160/descriptions/57535530&quot; linkindex=&quot;26&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px&quot; title=&quot;image&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;image&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibtJTFBYmo49mx07ADwxK2wjexZcfJKq2TtkZ_A3iLIfQaymVSookP3-mJou0sgPRgKahiGF-2bPsRaXqjAyASLSp__qIdl-VC4tlFA_I8_MImsKvBxTHDu9HwBrnoRSyv5F0RVqvCmvQ/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;144&quot; height=&quot;223&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;200&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.librarything.com/work/5122416/descriptions/41517863&quot; linkindex=&quot;27&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: 0px&quot; title=&quot;image&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;image&quot; align=&quot;right&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDoe1MsD9Xwv9kDScpdahwfpJy_NdxQq6ies-yJTKoF9FyghOOTk_ZKeb0dPm4dFZ3z7JSP8ZW_WkXxEMQyaeEpb-ebuDgFvdpYQICx7RurznVRCGKQehDDMyxMiXqvL_PKBYsv3x7ZWs/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;144&quot; height=&quot;219&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #400000&quot;&gt;From novels to short stories, coming up next is a review of &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.librarything.com/work/8509221/descriptions/58493180&quot; linkindex=&quot;28&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Interpreter of Maladies by Jhumpa Lahiri&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, her first literary publication. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </description><link>http://suchisbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/04/broken-verses-kamila-shamsie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (OtherHalf)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVrCTIhE5T1oihfjOxurUXTmgAQzWqMamnNE4fGA3rEZIVb_0KFYVAcFOHCgcySAIGmgbu2hM7OygpneXiDGneebPIhDo1xFNXgcrZ0w04LXjlVi06mESM_M-oHyK5klN7Oh7B01pVTK4/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296034396037289624.post-9127186133294766713</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Apr 2010 03:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-04T00:30:56.082+13:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Conspiracy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thriller</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">US Fiction</category><title>The Patriots Club – Christopher Reich</title><description>&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#400000&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1_QJGYe2_HyGsMHw7HCTUpgwEry3zP-FBTJZqgkqmbfmW2lmb1B3jOJcFMY61hn5Ux0n4y5zKkXPemS-75ha0dNCweabpijgr217JEILchCTJdxJQXpCD9jvBXRnNSg-F_qGqSzt1pg8/s1600-h/0012.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto&quot; title=&quot;001&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;001&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz-Ze2pxlem1pRfqaXoaaLG0apAc4iwicneUoVTOOck0i69CJD9HUFVdQRGf2HvBh4yHYmWz3imZXVRm7EmnMPZK3itzoUkqb-KhwHQJHivPL4kqsnAAlox4h9OpQMtE1wNCpqqBVPz_Y/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;244&quot; height=&quot;184&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Patriots’ Club&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was one of those books that I had been wanting to read for quite sometime now. I have read several books by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.librarything.com/author/reichchristopher&quot;&gt;Reich&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the past and considering this was one of the first of his books to have been made into a movie, I was all excited about it. But, as with any book where the expectations are very high, there is a high probability of disappointment too.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#400000&quot;&gt;The Patriots’ Club is about a secret Club of , well patriots, whose super computer system detects that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thomas Bolden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, your regular investment banker is a threat to the security of the world’s super power. One day, Thomas Bolden is basking in the warm sunshine of his immense achievements at Harrington Weiss, the company for which he works, and the next day, he is America’s Most wanted criminal and all because a little toy, controlled by the rich and powerful decides that he needs some looking after. This action packed thriller follows Bolden through some of the most dangerous parts of New York as he and his girlfriend Jenny try to beat the system, which is pretty much everyone from the FBI to the guy next door, who are bent on getting a piece of Bolden, preferably alive. Without giving away much of the story, suffice it to say that there are a few twists towards the end, which the reader definitely does not see coming.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#400000&quot;&gt;The ideas and conspiracies that Reich exposes are quite thought provoking. It makes you sit back and think about how much technology advances can swiftly turn into the biggest threat, when they get into the wrong hands. Reich always introduces difficult concepts in the guise of fiction so the average reader can grasp the enormity of the issues surrounding the world. As with any of his books, the story is set around money and banking. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#400000&quot;&gt;Despite all these great things going on for The Patriots Club, it does not stand out as a book par excellence because the idea of one man against the system and beating them over and over again just seems a little too un-palatable. There are too many chance co-incidences, too many opportunities when the bad guys end up making basic mistakes that it just seems quite unbelievable. It was probably a book that Reich wrote keeping in mind a movie, as some of the scenes might seem quite convincing in a movie format.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#400000&quot;&gt;The book is definitely worth a read for all the conspiracies that it tries to expose but set aside your belief cap when doing so.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800000&quot;&gt;Book Rating – 3.25/5&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800000&quot;&gt;Book Stats:-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#400000&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;No. of Pages:-&lt;/b&gt; 342; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#400000&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Year Published:-&lt;/b&gt; 2005; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#400000&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Publisher:-&lt;/b&gt; Headline Book Publishing&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#400000&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Book Setting:-&lt;/b&gt; US; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#400000&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reading dates:-&lt;/b&gt; 27/Mar/2010 - 02/Apr/2010&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#400000&quot;&gt;Christopher Reich is a great writer and though The Patriot’s Club is not his best, I would definitely recommend these:-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.librarything.com/work/25765/descriptions/40063633&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: 0px&quot; title=&quot;image&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;image&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJMJxs0hjiG15sdvZ2G048kBz0qSTgKrIaq1Aj-T_ZBA-2tZkJn2sjqOk3WVhHoD0f4m-BhPo2xlqsjMsKaoz1UvAknCK2ZmiXKfA691jIhB0xIG00LGGBCB3lbHMgSBUUELu0RxrPkvQ/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;144&quot; height=&quot;205&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrY_ze6IsPp_csxzZpXUJB5pyQkLib6-RECLTMm29iXK5XeS3UJyt0nptulIGg6-Y4koNkinRnegVXKf3xJgz_FO9wsXITURJ8PtybR4YK2M2JlNDvoJ16CoQuKvTgatKmoASESBboQ-Q/s1600-h/image%5B14%5D.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: 0px&quot; title=&quot;image&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;image&quot; align=&quot;right&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjohaE8-mpo7GIpk4WgqH9yBQmkr8CP5qAa7hXH9x68repbh4ydX7etOxG9w227N5Mz_hjL71hWWjbkMm_Qj16kMQMXCsjXVM0z3K0TZ_iz9jxyDh7Y_gnwx3amoT_wMmUqi1rcfZi_BY8/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;151&quot; height=&quot;212&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrY_ze6IsPp_csxzZpXUJB5pyQkLib6-RECLTMm29iXK5XeS3UJyt0nptulIGg6-Y4koNkinRnegVXKf3xJgz_FO9wsXITURJ8PtybR4YK2M2JlNDvoJ16CoQuKvTgatKmoASESBboQ-Q/s1600-h/image%5B14%5D.png&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrY_ze6IsPp_csxzZpXUJB5pyQkLib6-RECLTMm29iXK5XeS3UJyt0nptulIGg6-Y4koNkinRnegVXKf3xJgz_FO9wsXITURJ8PtybR4YK2M2JlNDvoJ16CoQuKvTgatKmoASESBboQ-Q/s1600-h/image%5B14%5D.png&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#400000&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#400000&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#400000&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#400000&quot;&gt;I was quite taken in my Kamila Shamsie’s &lt;a href=&quot;http://suchisbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/burnt-shadows-kamila-shamsie.html&quot;&gt;Burnt Shadows&lt;/a&gt; and so I went ahead and picked up &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.librarything.com/work/6812423/descriptions/58418403&quot;&gt;Broken Verses&lt;/a&gt;. Do watch out for the review coming up shortly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </description><link>http://suchisbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/04/patriots-club-christopher-reich.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (OtherHalf)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz-Ze2pxlem1pRfqaXoaaLG0apAc4iwicneUoVTOOck0i69CJD9HUFVdQRGf2HvBh4yHYmWz3imZXVRm7EmnMPZK3itzoUkqb-KhwHQJHivPL4kqsnAAlox4h9OpQMtE1wNCpqqBVPz_Y/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296034396037289624.post-7597330319323781303</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Mar 2010 03:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-28T16:35:49.376+13:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Contemporary Fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humour</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Relationships</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">UK Fiction</category><title>Juliet, Naked - Nick Hornby</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTcCyj4ULsCXMop7BW5xc2d-iv-OV6x2q_AR4fTz_xPaY4TUVkRZ_j1SD6Pmjie6DzK8HUzA_Up4BYB9qxGH0YWx-suVsHYsT6EvCxwpph-LZk_S6zx3Yrp9NeH45F3MBKJQ_oRi4a9wA/s1600/001.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; linkindex=&quot;30&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTcCyj4ULsCXMop7BW5xc2d-iv-OV6x2q_AR4fTz_xPaY4TUVkRZ_j1SD6Pmjie6DzK8HUzA_Up4BYB9qxGH0YWx-suVsHYsT6EvCxwpph-LZk_S6zx3Yrp9NeH45F3MBKJQ_oRi4a9wA/s320/001.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juliet, Naked&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; was one the suggestions that came up on the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.librarything.com/&quot; linkindex=&quot;31&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;librarything&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/a&gt;site for &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://suchisbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/her-fearful-symmetry.html&quot; linkindex=&quot;32&quot;&gt;Her Fearful Symmetry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and I immediately got a copy from the local library. I got latched on to the book pretty fast ,&amp;nbsp; this being my first &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.librarything.com/author/hornbynick&quot; linkindex=&quot;33&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nick Hornby&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; selection, but, unfortunately my great enthusiasm fizzled out after the initial few chapters. But it did provide me some much-needed laughter after &lt;a href=&quot;http://suchisbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/piano-teacher-elfriede-jelinek.html&quot; linkindex=&quot;34&quot;&gt;The Piano Teacher &lt;/a&gt;debacle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;Juliet, Naked starts off in a little English seaside town called Gooleness. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Duncan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, a man obsessed with the work of former singer and songwriter, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tucker Crowe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, lives in Gooleness with his partner of fifteen years, Annie. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Duncan &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;who does not have much to show for his own life, spends it fervently spinning conspiracy theories about Crowe&#39;s life (or what there was of it from a different era), with a few of his internet buddies, Crowologists as they call themselves. As the story progresses, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Annie &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;and Duncan start examining the pointlessness of their relationship, where Tucker always seems to be lurking as an invisible presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;Just when the reader starts warming up to the character of &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Duncan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, he is completely pushed aside by Annie and the story starts to weave around Annie. Exit Duncan; Enter &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tucker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt; then the reader cruises through parts of the U.S., following the life of Tucker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;Duncan soon becomes a shadow while Annie enters centre stage, with her trivial crush on Tucker looming into something more dangerous and serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;I found the character of Annie quite insipid and pretentious, exhibiting an intellect and taste for music that she very well did not possess. The Duncan/Annie pair did remind me of the&amp;nbsp; couple, Martin and Marijke from &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Her Fearful Symmetry, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;although M&amp;amp;M were far more interesting. If &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nick &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;had stuck to &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Duncan&#39;s&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; character throughout the story, it might have made for an interesting book. The title and the beginning of the book seem to suggest some serious insights to be gained into the nature of relationships but these are soon reduced into banal trivialities. Just when the reader is about to give up on the book entirely, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nick &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;tries to win back his/her interest with all the drama surrounding Tucker&#39;s enigmatic albeit colourful past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;All is not lost with the book as there are some places where the reader truly enjoys a good laugh. The chracter of Jackson, Tucker&#39;s son, soon wins over one&#39;s heart and as with any child, one is taken in by his innocence and the hundred questions he keeps firing back at adults.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;Juliet, Naked is definitely not a great book, but might be a safe bet for that long flight haul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Book Rating - 3/5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Book Stats:-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;No. of Pages:-&lt;/b&gt; 249;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Year Published:-&lt;/b&gt; 2009;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Publisher:-&lt;/b&gt; Penguin Books &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Book Setting:-&lt;/b&gt; UK, US;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reading dates:-&lt;/b&gt; 26/Mar/2010 - 27/Mar 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;Similar book(s) that you might be interested in:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1439165394/ref=nosim/librarythin08-20&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; linkindex=&quot;35&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.librarything.com/picsizes/29/6b/296b724fadf9992597730435641434d414f4541.jpg&quot; width=&quot;132&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1439165394/ref=nosim/librarythin08-20&quot; linkindex=&quot;36&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Her Fearful Symmetry - Audrey Niffenegger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;Do you have a flair for some thrilling action and high drama? &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.librarything.com/work/285247/descriptions/58208459&quot; linkindex=&quot;37&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Patriot&#39;s Club - Christopher Reich&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, my next review, is just what you are after.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://suchisbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/juliet-naked-nick-hornby.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (OtherHalf)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTcCyj4ULsCXMop7BW5xc2d-iv-OV6x2q_AR4fTz_xPaY4TUVkRZ_j1SD6Pmjie6DzK8HUzA_Up4BYB9qxGH0YWx-suVsHYsT6EvCxwpph-LZk_S6zx3Yrp9NeH45F3MBKJQ_oRi4a9wA/s72-c/001.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296034396037289624.post-7716608219769937965</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Mar 2010 09:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-26T22:58:18.826+13:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1001 Books</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Adult Fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lust</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nobel Prize Winner</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Vienna</category><title>The Piano Teacher - Elfriede Jelinek</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVJ9YRMGnDLwO7oUg5ll7Xd8z5HXeVsUCXJw4fLdwaPVHu8Cd0eCRLqBETJZ93YYQhLgAHsvVWm6EGu2_wOfnAkW7a993KPNf7sIC_EJ_zJhDG51qy7T9KhBgl_LOWfItmcbfOVl-WrrU/s1600/001.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; linkindex=&quot;636&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVJ9YRMGnDLwO7oUg5ll7Xd8z5HXeVsUCXJw4fLdwaPVHu8Cd0eCRLqBETJZ93YYQhLgAHsvVWm6EGu2_wOfnAkW7a993KPNf7sIC_EJ_zJhDG51qy7T9KhBgl_LOWfItmcbfOVl-WrrU/s320/001.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;The Piano Teacher, a book that was made into a movie, one that had received so many rave reviews over the years, a book that was part of the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://suchisbookshelf.blogspot.com/search/label/1001%20Books&quot; linkindex=&quot;637&quot;&gt;1001 Book List&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, written by a Nobel Prize laureate, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.librarything.com/author/jelinekelfriede&quot; linkindex=&quot;638&quot;&gt;Elfriede Jelinek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. These were definitely compelling reasons to peruse the book and I decided to plunge straight into it. Maybe it was the hype surrounding the book, maybe my own expectations were quite high, but in the end the book just left me feeling cold and unmoved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;The protogonist, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Erika&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, as the title suggests is a Piano teacher in &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vienna&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, living with her over-ambitious mother, a mother who delights in dreaming and pushing her daughter ahead, while being resigned to her own failure. The mother-daughter pair are involved in a constant love-hate battle. Erika resents the thought of being burdened by her mother and yet she is most comfortable in her mother&#39;s presence. The story, or whatever there is of it, trudges along rather slowly, much to the annoyance of the reader, trundling along with Erika and her lustful adventures with her student, Walter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;The Piano Teacher is a translated work, but surprisingly the language is very powerful and resonates well with the character of Erika. Unfortuantely, even the beauty of language is soon lost on the reader, because language alone cannot make up for lacks of a good story or structure in the background.There is no direct speech anywhere in the book, which is quite unusual for a work of fiction. Erika, being the central character, is depicted as a selfish, lustful with her petty whims and fancies, atypical of most books.&amp;nbsp; The love affair between Erika and her student Walter, transfused with music, in the backdrop of Vienna would have charmed the reader but their lustful consorting only leaves one feeling disgusted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;The Piano Teacher, lacking the vitality of a contemporary collection or the beauty of a classic can be safely tossed aside.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Book Rating - 2/5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;Interesting books part of the 1001 Books List that you may want to read:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.librarything.com/work/2348/descriptions/34626056&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; linkindex=&quot;639&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0307388840.01._SX140_SY225_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg&quot; width=&quot;132&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.librarything.com/work/2348/descriptions/34626056&quot; linkindex=&quot;640&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Atonement - Ian McEwan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.librarything.com/work/2961/descriptions/34526640&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; linkindex=&quot;641&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0060977493.01._SX140_SY225_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg&quot; width=&quot;132&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.librarything.com/work/2961/descriptions/34526640&quot; linkindex=&quot;642&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The God of Small Things - Arundhathi Roy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;Sadly this book has been a letdown but I hope to have some interesting review coming up shortly about &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.librarything.com/work/book/58142226&quot; linkindex=&quot;643&quot;&gt;Juliet, Naked by Nick Hornby&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://suchisbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/piano-teacher-elfriede-jelinek.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (OtherHalf)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVJ9YRMGnDLwO7oUg5ll7Xd8z5HXeVsUCXJw4fLdwaPVHu8Cd0eCRLqBETJZ93YYQhLgAHsvVWm6EGu2_wOfnAkW7a993KPNf7sIC_EJ_zJhDG51qy7T9KhBgl_LOWfItmcbfOVl-WrrU/s72-c/001.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296034396037289624.post-6836069328827837720</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Mar 2010 02:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-20T15:40:04.144+13:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Children&#39;s Fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fantasy Fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humour</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Newberry Medal Winner</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Supernatural Fiction</category><title>The Graveyard Book - Neil Gaiman</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim5I3zvOKtolxCQCnKrRAnq9EH-pQQQcsagOT3c52_ACeaGMq6gqJlAQf-xjcLjcZfZM5dueGbto8THLWEd91kVee_Ph-KDChSQCy2zNuiKZLCtTes8SbNwEXc84sCjCtrGLVshnVm2hg/s1600-h/002.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; linkindex=&quot;26&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim5I3zvOKtolxCQCnKrRAnq9EH-pQQQcsagOT3c52_ACeaGMq6gqJlAQf-xjcLjcZfZM5dueGbto8THLWEd91kVee_Ph-KDChSQCy2zNuiKZLCtTes8SbNwEXc84sCjCtrGLVshnVm2hg/s320/002.JPG&quot; width=&quot;232&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I was walking past rows and rows of books at the Unity bookstall when this tiny illustrated book almost called out to me. Thinking, the lack of sleep was starting to have it&#39;s effects, I walked on. But this time the &quot;Tssss. I am here&quot;, was loud and clear. For someone who is a book romantic, being accosted by one was a sure sign that &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.librarything.com/work/4479754/descriptions/57603477&quot; linkindex=&quot;27&quot;&gt;The Graveyard Book&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;should make it to my bookshelf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;With a name like &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&#39;The Graveyard Book&#39;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, it would have been tossed aside by most readers as too &#39;grave&#39; a book, but not so when the author is &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.librarything.com/author/gaimanneil&quot; linkindex=&quot;28&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Neil Gaiman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Give &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Neil Gaiman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; a graveyard, a kid called Nobody Owens, the Jack(s)-of-all-trade(s), and right before your very eyes, he has concocted a delicious masterpiece of children&#39;s literature fit for consumption by all ages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The Graveyard Book follows the course of &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nobody Owens&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&#39; life as he lives among the dead in a graveyard in Scotland. Having lost his family to some vicious elements, Nobody, Bod for short is left at the mercy of the dead at the nearby graveyard, who take him into their fold. The story twists and turns with beautiful illustrations in between, and as the reader nears the end, the element of suspense and drama makes one impatient to get to the last page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The best part about &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Graveyard Book&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is that it is written from a child&#39;s perspective, a child with a curiosity so typical of a five year old, one who is not afraid of asking questions, a little kid who does not fully comprehend the world around him and yet, instinctively knows right from wrong. Neil Gaiman&#39;s vivid imagination is at play as he describes Bod&#39;s fading acts and his rare encounters with the world at large. The character of &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Silas &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;would tend to be an instant hit with most of the readers. The book has a touch of that dark insidious British humour that makes your stomach churn and yet, funnily enough, at other times, makes you laugh away your fears. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gaiman &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;has made his readers notice the paradigm shift when you live the story through the dead, becoming curiously ironical when your &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;night-to-night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;affairs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; are conducted in a graveyard.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The friendship between &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scarlet &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bod &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;has been brought to life in a rather interesting manner although I would have liked for &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gaiman &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;to devote more pages to it. The reader is not aware of the setting of the graveyard till he/she is halfway through the book and it would have added to the interest element of the story to give a more detailed description of the graveyard in the beginning. But other than these minor points, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Graveyard Book&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is the perfect book to indulge in with your ten year old. I think the audio book, with Gaiman&#39;s lucid reading of the book, might also be worth giving a shot at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Book Rating - 4/5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;bordered&quot; style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&quot;A graveyard is not normally a democracy and yet death is a great democracy,...&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&quot;You are obvious boy. You are difficult to miss. If you came to me in company with a purple lion, a green elephant, and a scarlet unicorn astride which was the King of England in his Royal Robes, I do believe that it is you and you alone that people would stare at, dismissing the others as minor irrelavancies.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&quot;When glances naturally slip from you, you become very aware of eyes upon you, of glances in your direction, of attention.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
If you like this book, you might also like:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.librarything.com/work/393681/descriptions/41519398&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; linkindex=&quot;29&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.librarything.com/picsizes/b0/a1/b0a1c8cbc88f9b55931794c5351434d414f4541.jpg&quot; width=&quot;132&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.librarything.com/work/393681/descriptions/41519398%22&quot; linkindex=&quot;30&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Book Theif - Marcus Zusak&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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After that delightful read of The Graveyard Book at Scotland, I want to give my readers a taste for the art and culture of Vienna. Join me on the travails of &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.librarything.com/work/983604/descriptions/57818014&quot; linkindex=&quot;31&quot;&gt;The Piano Teacher by Elfriede Jelinek&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;coming up next.&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://suchisbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/graveyard-book-neil-gaiman.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (OtherHalf)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim5I3zvOKtolxCQCnKrRAnq9EH-pQQQcsagOT3c52_ACeaGMq6gqJlAQf-xjcLjcZfZM5dueGbto8THLWEd91kVee_Ph-KDChSQCy2zNuiKZLCtTes8SbNwEXc84sCjCtrGLVshnVm2hg/s72-c/002.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Wellington, New Zealand</georss:featurename><georss:point>-41.28648 174.776217</georss:point><georss:box>-41.3026035 174.7470345 -41.2703565 174.8053995</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296034396037289624.post-838547066218407314</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Mar 2010 16:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-17T18:32:36.497+13:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Contemporary Fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Immigrant Fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poignant</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">War Fiction</category><title>Burnt Shadows - Kamila Shamsie</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; 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&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Some books are meant to be read. Others re-read several times. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Burnt Shadows &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;obviously belongs to the latter. I was drawn to the book as bees to nectar ,and emerged out of the Unity bookstall 30 dollars shorter. With such a name one can&#39;t go too wrong with picking a book, I argued with the notorious guilt conscience. The prologue had me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Spanning 5 countries and 6 decades, Burnt Shadows begins where the world as we knew ended, in Nagasaki, on August 9 1945. The day began as a perfectly blue day but only the survivors, among them Hiroko, would associate it with a certain greyness. The greyness clouding the world, when war has removed all the vibrant colors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;War remains at the core of &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Burnt Shadows&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, not the horrors of war as you see it happening before you, but picking up from broken shards of a former life, in the aftermath of war itself. Every country that it encompasses, begins at a point when it has been razed down by hatred. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hiroko Tanaka &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;loses her lover, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Konrad, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;a German translator, on that fateful August day and her life changes forever.&amp;nbsp; Two years later she moves to Delhi, in search of Konrad&#39;s estranged half-sister, &lt;b&gt;Iles Weiss&lt;/b&gt;(Elizabeth) and her husband, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;James Burton&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Being a born linguist, and not having much to do, she learns Urdu from &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sajjad Ashraf&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, an employee of James and hence, of the Raj. Soon enough, her seemingly quiet life is once again thrown into turmoil as Pakistan is born, and suddenly religion comes to the forefront of issues during Partition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Displaced once again, the story follows &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hiroko &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;into Karachi. Kamila&#39;s powerful narrative style is evident as she gives us a glimpse into the lives and loves of her characters as they&amp;nbsp; brave the heat of Delhi or catch the seashore breeze in Karachi. She brings to light an important fact, that beneath all the religious frenzy dividing the two countries, as even nature did not deem fit, is a fundamental similarity. Kamila&#39;s literary creativity is evident in her use of rich metaphors as evident in phrases such as &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&#39;hair like black water&#39; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;to drive a point home. At various points in the book, Kamila reveals that she is a master story teller with her strong plot and deep characters. She could not have chosen better than Hiroko, the Japanese, to try and lift the existing social hierarchy in a class conscious Indian society at the height of the British Raj.&lt;br /&gt;
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Kamila has accurately captured the sense of imminent fear in the minds of her characters as they propel through the course of history and their lives, in a post &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;9/11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; era, comforting themselves with the phrase &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&#39;After the war&#39;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, only there is no same after. These otherwise fair minded characters, particularly &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kim Burton&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; lose all their&amp;nbsp; sense of justice and morality when it is a question of their nation&#39;s security.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Immigrants have been given their due as all the characters are blasted out of their natural surroundings by the loud cries of war. Even as sorrow, (never regret), pervades the lives of her characters, the colorful descriptions of the numerous flora in the gardens of Delhi, seem to bring relief to them.&amp;nbsp; Friendships seem to transcend national and religious boundaries. The scenes capturing Ilse and Hiroko&#39;s friendship in particular, seem to be a pleasure to read. Sajjad&#39;s optimism permeates through the pages of the book and the reader finds himself catching on to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt; Burnt Shadows touches you to such an extent that you can never get over those feelings or the book. It raises some important questions about the world we live in, in the reader&#39;s mind, with haunting echoes reiterating, what could have been had, being destroyed forever in the name of war. As Guns &amp;amp; Roses, once sang, &#39;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is civil about war anyways?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&#39;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Hurry and grab your copy of &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Burnt Shadows&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; before it is too late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Book Rating - 4.5/5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lines from the book that leave an imprint:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;style type=&quot;text/css&quot;&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;bordered&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;As for justice, it seemed an insult to the dead to think there could be any such thing.&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;On dewy mornings the spiders build elaborate webs. Or perhaps the webs only become visible when dew is captured in their threads.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;The bomb did nothing beautiful.&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;But until you see a place you have known your whole life reduced to ash you don&#39;t realise how much we crave familiarity.&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;...just this easily everything worthwhile in a life can be erased.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;Muslim fatalism? No. No. Pakistani resignation. It&#39;s a completely different thing.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;The men and women who walk through shadow-worlds in search of the ones they loved. Monsters who spread their wings and land on human skin, resting there, biding their time. The&amp;nbsp; army of fire demons, dropped from the sky, who kill with an embrace.&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;...bodies without skin, bodies with organs on display, bodies that reveal what happens to bodies when nothing in them works any more.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;We make a desolation and call it peace.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;War is like a disease. Until you&#39;ve had it you don&#39;t know it.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://suchisbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/burnt-shadows-kamila-shamsie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (OtherHalf)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAmbbMnpMgx2lpTWIeBkqThubJG6ImLDkBgKmRF7bb2d7X3E8cYE2NWP_345RQq3ANYY3HNRtHCwLD-JbI0sckNFpqtAzn3tgbP24i7DtL0NWi89E1CA7pG4UJ0r5FEk4MF9KxOzRT-jk/s72-c/003.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296034396037289624.post-3799198307653857424</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Mar 2010 01:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-17T18:26:27.433+13:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Audrey Niffeneger</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Author Talks</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kamila Shamshie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sarah Waters</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wellington</category><title>Audrey Niffenegger is in town</title><description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.librarything.com/author/niffeneggeraudrey&quot; linkindex=&quot;23&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.librarything.com/picsizes/f5/87/f587e9b139e01d1636b657741514331414f6744.jpg&quot; /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://suchisbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-travelers-wife-audrey-niffeneger.html&quot; linkindex=&quot;24&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img hspace=&quot;20&quot; src=&quot;http://images.amazon.com/images/P/193156146X.01._SX140_SY225_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://suchisbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/her-fearful-symmetry.html&quot; linkindex=&quot;25&quot; r=&quot;target=&amp;quot;_blank&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;img hspace=&quot;20&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.librarything.com/picsizes/29/6b/296b724fadf9992597730435641434d414f4541.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Audrey Niffeneger, one of my favourite authors and writer of popular book, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.librarything.com/work/3067/descriptions/56097955&quot; linkindex=&quot;26&quot;&gt;The Time Traveler&#39;s Wife&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;is visiting Windy Wellington as part of the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.nzfestival.nzpost.co.nz/writers-and-readers/&quot; linkindex=&quot;27&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;New Zealand Post Readers and Writer&#39;s Week&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;To say I am looking forward to this, is to put it mildly. Ever since I set eyes upon A Time Traveler&#39;s Wife, it has been a magical journey. The sheer joy of discovering a good author is one which most book lovers can all too well resonate with. To actually meet such an author in person, is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The other authors whose shows I will be attending are &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.nzfestival.nzpost.co.nz/writers-and-readers/kamila-shamsie/&quot; linkindex=&quot;28&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kamila Shamsie,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a Pakistani novelist and &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.nzfestival.nzpost.co.nz/writers-and-readers/neil-gaiman/&quot; linkindex=&quot;29&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Neil Gaimon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, popular author of many children&#39;s books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;So, while I am gallivanting around town meeting these authors, I urge my readers to continue reading my reviews and I will be back very soon with steaming hot reviews of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.librarything.com/work/7525160/descriptions/57535530&quot; linkindex=&quot;30&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Burnt Shadows&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.librarything.com/work/4479754/descriptions/57603477&quot; linkindex=&quot;31&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Graveyard Book&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;style type=&quot;text/css&quot;&gt;
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&lt;/style&gt;</description><link>http://suchisbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/audrey-niffeneger-is-in-town.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (OtherHalf)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Wellington, New Zealand</georss:featurename><georss:point>-41.28648 174.776217</georss:point><georss:box>-41.3026035 174.7470345 -41.2703565 174.8053995</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296034396037289624.post-5498741080348216347</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Mar 2010 04:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-14T01:16:01.680+13:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1001 Books</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humour</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Immigrant Fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">UK Fiction</category><title>The Buddha of Suburbia - Hanif Kureishi</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5nDQ8gWG9qDx4v3L83FXxIqvyjRHJSotmaL-xET9Pj-I6fkhD94bjDR8jBeZCKrPsn9hAq7LIgPKo5MKyzcuAvXDbMpLa9yO0mJhG7PsFCBi9IFWMVptKAjrzByB770j8Yz9NEXHKWfY/s1600-h/022.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; linkindex=&quot;17&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5nDQ8gWG9qDx4v3L83FXxIqvyjRHJSotmaL-xET9Pj-I6fkhD94bjDR8jBeZCKrPsn9hAq7LIgPKo5MKyzcuAvXDbMpLa9yO0mJhG7PsFCBi9IFWMVptKAjrzByB770j8Yz9NEXHKWfY/s320/022.JPG&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span comic=&quot;&quot; font-family:=&quot;&quot; sans=&quot;&quot; serif=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;color: #b6d7a8;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span comic=&quot;&quot; font-family:=&quot;&quot; sans=&quot;&quot; serif=&quot;&quot;&gt;The Buddha of Suburbia is the third book by &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;goog-spellcheck-word&quot;&gt;Hanif&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;goog-spellcheck-word&quot;&gt;Kureishi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; that I have read. I was not very impressed with &lt;span class=&quot;goog-spellcheck-word&quot;&gt;Kureishi&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; books in the past but I went ahead and picked up this book as it was part of the &lt;a href=&quot;http://suchisbookshelf.blogspot.com/search/label/1001%20Books&quot; linkindex=&quot;18&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;1001 books&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; list and I had heard some rave reviews about it. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the &lt;a href=&quot;http://johnandsheena.co.uk/books/?page_id=730&quot; linkindex=&quot;19&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;1001 books&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, it is an evolving list of some great books spanning 3 centuries, including some of the contemporary titles. I am slowly getting used to &lt;span class=&quot;goog-spellcheck-word&quot;&gt;Kureishi&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; writing style but this book did seem to be a let down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The protagonist in the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Buddha of Suburbia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is Karim, a disillusioned teenager living in a dingy London suburb. Being the son of a an Indian Muslim father and an English mother, he feels trapped in a world he does not fully comprehend. He is in awe with the London lifestyle and believes his liberation lies in getting there. Meanwhile his father has taken to the eastern philosophies of yoga and meditation and is charming his way through the minds of the confused suburbans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;goog-spellcheck-word&quot;&gt;Kureishi&lt;/span&gt; has touched upon some very immoral themes in this book ,with a certain callousness that can leave the reader a bit bemused but far more confused. His characters live in a state of constant squalor that can even go as far as disgusting at times. The story seemed to simply drift from the suburbs to the city as did the characters. There was a wide ensemble of characters but all the characters lacked a certain punch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;There was also an underlying contradiction in the novel. Karim, although, born in England to an English mother seemed to associate more with his Indian self. He believed himself to be an Indian immigrant rather than one of the English. Considering his half-English origins, bundled with the fact that he had never set foot in India would have quite easily disqualified him from the immigrant status. But &lt;span class=&quot;goog-spellcheck-word&quot;&gt;Kureishi&lt;/span&gt; made him out to be the unfortunate immigrant and the tale told through an immigrant&#39;s perspective.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;To do the book some justice, I need to mention that the irreverent humour, at places, did seem to truly make me laugh. &lt;span class=&quot;goog-spellcheck-word&quot;&gt;Kureishi&lt;/span&gt; handled Karim&#39;s transformation from the role of observer as he tramps along the suburbs, to observed as he frolics along the streets of London, quite well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The book is really not worth your while. But if you have heard of &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;goog-spellcheck-word&quot;&gt;Hanif&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;goog-spellcheck-word&quot;&gt;Kureishi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and would like to try his books, then this is probably a better bet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;color: #cccccc; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Book Rating - 2.5/5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #cccccc; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #b6d7a8;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;The Little Stranger by Sarah Waters&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;is the next review steaming in the&amp;nbsp; background. So don&#39;t miss out on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cccccc;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://suchisbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/buddha-of-suburbia-hanif-kureishi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (OtherHalf)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5nDQ8gWG9qDx4v3L83FXxIqvyjRHJSotmaL-xET9Pj-I6fkhD94bjDR8jBeZCKrPsn9hAq7LIgPKo5MKyzcuAvXDbMpLa9yO0mJhG7PsFCBi9IFWMVptKAjrzByB770j8Yz9NEXHKWfY/s72-c/022.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Wellington, New Zealand</georss:featurename><georss:point>-41.28648 174.776217</georss:point><georss:box>-41.3026035 174.7470345 -41.2703565 174.8053995</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296034396037289624.post-4458502857653519925</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Mar 2010 05:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-14T00:56:50.119+13:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1001 Books</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humour</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Indian Fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Satire</category><title>The Great Indian Novel - Shashi Tharoor</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; color: #ffd966; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.librarything.com/picsizes/d2/f5/d2f5e02d7bad1f459376d535651434d414f4541.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; linkindex=&quot;19&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.librarything.com/picsizes/d2/f5/d2f5e02d7bad1f459376d535651434d414f4541.jpg&quot; width=&quot;131&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;There is always an interesting story behind how one comes to pick up a certain book. Sometimes books reach out to you, sometimes you wander over the library enclosure and pick up a certain book, presumably because the cover looks attractive. At other times you may meet midnight chat buddies (your midnight, not necessarily theirs) over facebook and they may urge you into picking up a book. So enthusiatic did she sound that a couple of days later I had procured the book from the local library &lt;i style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;(&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.wcl.govt.nz/&quot; linkindex=&quot;20&quot;&gt;Wellington City Library&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. I sure was in for a joy ride. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;This is an interesting satire morphing the characters from the ancient Indian epic, &quot;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mahabharatha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&quot; onto colonial and post colonial India. Even the name of the book is a pun on the ancient epic.&amp;nbsp; The author deftly switches between the ancient times and the days of the Raj twisting details from the past to make them fit into the present. His literary skills are highlighted as he makes use of allegory and seemingly innocuous puns during the recounting of the tale. The author&#39;s vivid imagination is apparent as he has gone about the task of mapping the characters between the past and the present. The book spans different ages and characters despite which,&amp;nbsp; the author has managed to capture the reader&#39;s interest throughout this fast paced, open-ended allegory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;One of the interesting aspects of the book is the character guessing game that the reader can indulge in, while, avidly perusing the book. Even for someone with limited knowledge of Indian politics, the characters of Gandhi, in the guise of the mild mannered and idealistic Bhishma Pithamaha and Nehru, his partner in (non-violent) crime potrayed by the well-educated yet blind Dhridhurashtra, should be quite obvious. His choice of narrator, the wise sage, Ved Vyas (C.Rajagopalachari) could not have been better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;On the flip side, the relevance of characters such as Arjuna and his younger brothers can definitely be questioned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The title of the book can seem a bit daunting. Afterall such a mighty title would conjure up images of a serious, dense book, but the book is anything but. Humour, something one does not associate much with the earnest Indian diaspora, spins it&#39;s magic through the tale much like the Khadi clothing that Gandhi advocated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #ffd966; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;I would urge anyone looking out for an interestingly humourous book, with clever plots and colourful characters to pick a copy of this book. Do not let your knowledge, or lack of thereof, of the ancient epic or Indian politics stop you from taking the plunge into this book. You sure won&#39;t regret the good laughs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Book Rating 4.5/5&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;If you like this book you might also like:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.librarything.com/picsizes/58/a7/58a7224d40cc215593248655051434d414f4541.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; linkindex=&quot;21&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.librarything.com/picsizes/58/a7/58a7224d40cc215593248655051434d414f4541.jpg&quot; width=&quot;132&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.librarything.com/work/1409851/descriptions/48021853&quot; linkindex=&quot;22&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coronation Talkies - Susan Kurosawa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.librarything.com/work/1409851/descriptions/48021853&quot; linkindex=&quot;23&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #ffd966; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Keep an eye out for my next review - &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Buddha of Suburbia - Hanif Kureishi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3366ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #33cc00;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://suchisbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/great-indian-novel-shashi-tharoor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (OtherHalf)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total><georss:featurename>New Zealand</georss:featurename><georss:point>-40.895798777900779 176.53124928474426</georss:point><georss:box>-73.413166777900784 116.76562428474426 -8.3784307779007818 -123.70312571525574</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296034396037289624.post-6612512981416579069</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2010 03:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-14T00:44:01.265+13:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Contemporary Fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fantasy Fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Relationships</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">US Fiction</category><title>The Time Traveler&#39;s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5CL3AxjqXs_1d0Fy8ximzMwxTZLpkOAgvFps4hAsxSBwOYbXsYkJz5ZB5Bfx-HiwQtAz_xrXsNMrujRIw5KQKp1kCsWpX2oE6ICzB4TKASgURMV9rDKOMHFFqlo0UOumsYWRbfbpD1m0/s1600-h/193156146X.01._SX140_SY225_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg&quot; linkindex=&quot;16&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444215120113174066&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5CL3AxjqXs_1d0Fy8ximzMwxTZLpkOAgvFps4hAsxSBwOYbXsYkJz5ZB5Bfx-HiwQtAz_xrXsNMrujRIw5KQKp1kCsWpX2oE6ICzB4TKASgURMV9rDKOMHFFqlo0UOumsYWRbfbpD1m0/s320/193156146X.01._SX140_SY225_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 225px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 140px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;This is one of those books where, you know when you have read just a couple of pages that you are going to fall in love with the book. In fact, you are already in love with the book. I fiercely held on to the book for four days and wanted to keep reading it and yet did not want the book to finish. In short, I loved the book.&lt;br /&gt;
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The author has dealt with a difficult concept - Time travel, yet at it&#39;s very core, the book is a love story, albeit a poignant one at that. Henry DeTamble has all the makings of a regular book hero and yet, he is not, at the very core. One minute he is here and the next minute he has left behind a pile of clothes. An average reader can deal with spatial displacement quite easily, however to come to terms with time displacement is a bit harder and the author has taken great pains to ensure this imagery is complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The scenes shift from one period to another with Henry scuttling the streets of Chicago as a regular citizen in search of drinks and women and then, a sober middle aged man just longing to be with Claire, who in turn is a budding teenager, against the backdrop of the meadows. The time periods have been clearly annotated making it easier for the reader to wander through Henry&#39;s &quot;travel expeditions&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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As Claire and Henry come to terms with his unusual condition, which has several handicaps, it does raise the moralist&#39;s eyebrow when they decide to use it to their advantage. The other interesting point raised in the book is around destiny. Did events unfold because Henry sees it that way in the future or did they happen in a certain manner and Henry a mere bystander, more of a future reporter? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;The contradictions and associated dillemma experienced by them is permeated to the reader. Food for thought, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;One of the highlights of the book is that the story is told through the view point of both Claire and Henry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;All through the book one cannot but marvel at how much Claire and Henry are in love with other. It makes one want to really believe in true love. Claire comes across as a loyal, passionate person and her stray abbherations are but quickly dismissed by the reader. Music permeaded through the book quite a lot and reminded me of some scenes from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;&lt;b&gt;An Equal Music - Vikram Seth&lt;/b&gt;&quot;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I watched the movie after reading the book, and though the movie has captured the essence of the book, so many of the little details that added to the beauty of the book could not make it to the movie.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;&quot;&gt;Although a tome, I would urge anyone who wants to travel through space and time to reach out for love to add this book to their collection.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Book Rating 4.5/5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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If you like this book you would also like -: &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;An Equal Music - Vikram Seth;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;The Unbearable Lightness of Being - Milan Kundera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Watch out for my next review - &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;The Great Indian Novel - Shashi Tharoor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://suchisbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-travelers-wife-audrey-niffeneger.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (OtherHalf)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5CL3AxjqXs_1d0Fy8ximzMwxTZLpkOAgvFps4hAsxSBwOYbXsYkJz5ZB5Bfx-HiwQtAz_xrXsNMrujRIw5KQKp1kCsWpX2oE6ICzB4TKASgURMV9rDKOMHFFqlo0UOumsYWRbfbpD1m0/s72-c/193156146X.01._SX140_SY225_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296034396037289624.post-7806512715514899288</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 11:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-13T21:48:22.719+13:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Contemporary Fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family Fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Relationships</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Supernatural Fiction</category><title>Her Fearful Symmetry - Audrey Niffenegger</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglePMtf6zaa9peijozOQW-tOzjRrkQJft1WyqmNGxGDfamvvMxVYDU8ohFVjBy5MfzoIfh0Om7OUZTFgyOE0aI4PXRnrQrqNXR6YMC58hyTIwAAQS8A3qR2FCp6vIaQsbme0TYzBBspME/s1600-h/296b724fadf9992597730435641434d414f4541.jpg&quot; linkindex=&quot;22&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443993065953571090&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglePMtf6zaa9peijozOQW-tOzjRrkQJft1WyqmNGxGDfamvvMxVYDU8ohFVjBy5MfzoIfh0Om7OUZTFgyOE0aI4PXRnrQrqNXR6YMC58hyTIwAAQS8A3qR2FCp6vIaQsbme0TYzBBspME/s320/296b724fadf9992597730435641434d414f4541.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 215px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 140px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;After devouring &quot;The Time Traveller&#39;s Wife&quot; my hands were itching to get a copy of &quot;Her Fearful Symmetry&quot;. I grabbed this from the bestseller section of my local library(&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogger.com/www.wcl.govt.nz&quot; linkindex=&quot;23&quot;&gt;www.wcl.govt.nz&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The book took me on a roller coaster ride of feelings - interesting, creepy, suspenseful, sad. The book revolves around a few stories in parallel-the twins &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Julia and Valentina;Robert and Elspeth;Elspeth and Edie;Martin and Marijke&lt;/span&gt;. As the book progresses, these stories converge in surprising ways and other tales spin off from these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The book takes off with the twins in Chicago but the reader is pleasantly surprised to be walking through the streets of London as it progresses. For someone like me who has not been to London and rate it as one of the top cities in the &quot;Should Visit in my Lifetime&quot; list, I could not agree more with the twins as they were taken in by the Englishness of all things London. The vivid description of the alleys and streets of London including the famed &#39;Underground&#39; leaves one gawking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Highgate cemetry&lt;/span&gt; occupies a central location throughout the book and the reader has a feeling of being haunted as the story takes shape. It is quite obvious that the author has gone into great details to create the graveyard scenes and the descriptions are so real that I caught myself looking over my shoulder as I progressed through the book. There is an underlying sense of suspense that hangs throughout the book which adds to the reader&#39;s interest. She touches upon the supernatural themes in a perfectly natural tone which leaves the reader musing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Martin and Marijke make for very interesting characters in the book but I wish there were more glimpses into their life. The character of Robert has also been vividly etched out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;On the whole this book is a great addition to your bookshelf and if I have done my job my readers should be rushing to get their hands on this book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Book Rating - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;4/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;Stay tuned for my next review - &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;The Time Traveller&#39;s Wife - Audrey Niffeneger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://suchisbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/her-fearful-symmetry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (OtherHalf)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglePMtf6zaa9peijozOQW-tOzjRrkQJft1WyqmNGxGDfamvvMxVYDU8ohFVjBy5MfzoIfh0Om7OUZTFgyOE0aI4PXRnrQrqNXR6YMC58hyTIwAAQS8A3qR2FCp6vIaQsbme0TYzBBspME/s72-c/296b724fadf9992597730435641434d414f4541.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item></channel></rss>