I decided to read this book because I loved The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society co-written by Annie Barrows, and I hoped that The Truth According to Us would give me at least half of the enjoyment of the former. Read on to find out whether that was the case. We have the twenty-something … More The Truth According to Us by Annie Barrows (Review)
“I have plucked snowdrops at Midwinter, died at my own choosing, and wept for a nightingale. Now I am beyond prophecy.” The last in a series are hard books to get right. More fail than not. So, I was certainly apprehensive about reading the last book of a trilogy I had loved until then. But, … More The Winter of the Witch by Katherine Arden (Review)
Football is nothing without the raw passion and emotion, the personal connections and collective stories of fans around the world. And just as any other sport, it is nothing without the pure, redemptive moments that make you believe, hope and dream, and matter as much, if not more, than the trophies. Right after my initiation … More Looking back: the Arsenal fan edition
Originally published on Litro Online “It was the early summer of 1945, and we walked through the streets of a Barcelona trapped beneath ashen skies as dawn poured over Rambla de Santa Monica in a wreath of liquid copper.” (The Shadow of the Wind, Carlos Ruiz Zafon) Walk a bit further along Rambla de Santa Monica … More In pursuit of the shadow of the wind
Overall, I’ve had a very good reading year again. My Bookstagram has a list of my favourites from 2018, some of my plans for 2019, as well as musings on the year gone by. Check it out at @booksinboston. View this post on Instagram Fredrik Backman appreciation post. You know when you read an author … More Reading year 2018
One late afternoon I was at a bookstore in Birmingham, England, clutching Lee Child’s thriller Night School, featuring long-running character Jack Reacher. I was there just for the signing, with an awards ceremony awaiting me that evening in Manchester, a two-hour train ride away. But how often can a girl surprise her father with a … More Books, Dad, and Jack Reacher
Dr. Vinayak Nagesh Shrikhande’s earliest memories are of buses, trains and snakes. Born in Kolhapur, he moved to Belgaum in the neighbouring state of Karnataka as a kid, a six-hour bus ride away. At the Belgaum racecourse, he recalls jumping out of a tree when faced by a snake coiled around a branch. And one … More Reflections of a Surgeon
Originally published on Flash Fiction Magazine Emmy was like a sprite—hard to capture, impossible to forget. On her good days, I got a big smile and her tiny hand slipping into mine as we walked her class to the language room. On her difficult days, a disobedient fervour permeated every cell and fibre of her … More Glitter Glass: a short story by Anushree Nande
Originally published on Flash Fiction Magazine I wake up after the first dream of my life; a once-familiar dent next to me. My breath catches in my throat. I wish I could go back to when I was standing on that summit, with you on my left and the sun on my right. Everything after … More Magic Water: a short story by Anushree Nande
The first Markus Zusak book I read was The Book Thief. It was the summer of 2007 and my sister had picked up this book for our annual summer reads (we always had a bookstore trip with our dad just after school let out for the holidays). I read it partly in the south of … More Bridge of Clay – Markus Zusak (review)
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