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Reading Now - August 2015

Finally I have started on Murakami. Its been long overdue. So that day I picked Kafka on the Shore from Crosswords. I put my library services on hold and forbade my colleagues from tempting me into new books.


I've got to say its a funny sort of book, and I hope I do not offend anyone by saying that. The best time when I read it is in the early morning with my cup of tea, just before the rush of the day takes over; it lasts barely 20 minutes I guess, but its a good 20 minutes. I am only 100 pages in, and the plot is still all woolly to me, but somehow its quite captivating. Maybe it is the simplicity of the language. And then there are cats !

Besides cats, there are some excellent lines I came across and have earmarked the pages, but this one bit hard...

"I fumble around in the bushes, but all I touch are branches, hard and twisted like the hearts of bullied little animals"

Also, there is a marvellous description of a personal library, that simply lifts me off my feet. I wish someday I get the resources to build my own little library like that !

Kafka will take its time I know, and I already have a coupon for Rs. 500 off for my next purchase at Crosswords that I need to exercise within October 4th. I'm guessing Go Set A Watchman would be my next target . Isn't that a lovely feeling ?!

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