If Mata Hari had been alive long enough to write her memoirs, there were things about men and women that would have been revealed to both genders across the world. Unfortunately for us, she passed away before imparting all her knowledge. But then, something good happened. In 2003, Neil Strauss decided to put his...
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Dear Enid Blyton Ma’am, I’ve always loved your books and go through them like Bakasura through food. My favourite’s Mister Pink Whistle, and I love the Magic Faraway Tree. And your picnics! And the midnight feasts at St. Clarence! And the fun everyone has!… but there’s something I have to tell you, Ms. Blyton:...
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Think of all the emotions that darkness possibly brings out in you, and you’ll find them all in this book. Fear, lust, loneliness, adventure, secrets, lies… the works. The worst part is, it’s not palpable but vague, ambiguous. I give Haruki Murakami one thing, though – he can awaken the beast of dread in...
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Back in college days, there were equal amounts of disgust and fascination I reserved exclusively for Life of Pi. Disgust, because everybody I knew who was a so-called ‘art-fart’ raved and ranted about the book which made me hate it. The fascination came from that curiosity that one associates with something one loathes without...
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To most people, Meg Cabot is synonymous with two words: Princess Diaries. Having been of the same opinion till I stumbled upon another book of hers at Blossoms Book House, I now think she’s brilliant. I picked up Boy Meets Girl almost seven years ago. And in all these years, I’ve read and re-read...
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