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Book Haul ahoy !

It was a wonderful, refreshing break after a few months. We went off on a trip to Mahabaleshwar and it turned out to be only a tad short of heaven (nothing beats Kashmir). We were continually surrounded by fluffy clouds, that kept rushing up at us and leaving our hair and clothes damp. Visibility could not have been more than 200 metres and with only my hoodie on, it was remarkably freshening. Naturally, reading wasn't exactly the topmost on my mind. It was good to be back on the hills. Sadly I'm now back, and before the grind could take over, my husband took me out to buy books (bless him !). We returned with a bag of tomatoes, a packet of flattened rice flakes and three books. 

Go Set A Watchman: Naturally, it had been on my list ever since The Guardian ran sneak previews of the book. I had been putting off for the simple reason that our shelves are bursting with unread and half-read books, but what the hell now !its never too early or late to buy books.

The Martian: I talked S into buying this. Two of my colleagues were bowled over by this and it needs to be read before we watch the movie. And we'll, the cover had Matt Damon...

Zero to One: S picked it and I dispiritedly turned to the summary. And then I learnt that Peter Thiel - the author of the book - funded SpaceX, so well, my respect grew multifold, as did my sense of ignorance.

And before I know it, my bedside is weighing down under the pile. Is that a problem ? Not by a stretch ! 

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