Gone Girl, the 3rd of Gillian Flynn’s works (each “darker” than the previous, according to the reviews I’ve skimmed through), is the story of Nick and Amy Dunne, a painfully beautiful and charming couple who had a romcom-ishly perfect courtship and marriage only to realise that they are, basically, two psychos. Seriously. There is no other word for it! Now I’m not going to go into the plot because I’m pretty sure half the world have seen this movie and been adequately scarred for life. At least I was.
As often is the case, I found The Painter of Shanghai by pure chance. I had lent my library card to my roommate because she was utterly bored and wanted to walk it off and had no place to go except the nearby library. So off she went and when she came back, she had this book clutched… Continue reading THE PAINTER OF SHANGHAI
You know how sometimes you pick up a book with the hope of achieving nothing but a lightness of mind, sort of like a distraction from all that is going on around you? That is the reason why I started reading Persepolis. It had been introduced to me by a friend and though I found… Continue reading PERSEPOLIS – MARJANE SATRAPI
There are a lot of things that you don’t do in life – for various reasons. Some things you don’t do because you don’t want to do it. Like getting drunk. Or eating curd rice. Or eat curd rice when you are getting drunk – you get the gist. Then there are some things that… Continue reading Falling for ‘What Young India Wants’
Two. That is the number of tennis matches I’ve seen in my entire (albeit short) life. So yes, it did seem a tad too ambitious of me to expect that I’ll enjoy a 400-ish page autobiography of one of THE legends of tennis, Andre Agassi. Of the two tennis matches I’ve watched, the first was… Continue reading Open – Andre Agassi
If I were to count the number of times I’ve passed over this book at my college library, my two hands would be barely sufficient. Even though I was told time and again that it was an excellent book, my reluctance stemmed from 2 things – two very flimsy factors. First was the image of… Continue reading Mistress by Anita Nair