Books that helped me tide over my ‘phase’ (like it shall henceforth be referred to as):
Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris – What wit. What hilariously humorous self-deprecation. If you want to experience rip-roaring laughter, or want a stupid grinto be plastered on your face all through a book…then this be your man. Better than any therapist out there.
Forty Rules of Love by Elif Shafak- “The whole universe is contained within a single human being—you. Everything that you see around, including the things you might not be fond of and even the people you despise or abhore, is present within you in varying degrees.” What powerful words! And so true. Misery seeks us only because somewhere deep down we carry it within. So love yourself, love what’s inside you and you’ll be…F-R-E-E. An insight into Sufism and into the spiritual magnetism that is Rumi. This book has gems on its each and every page. Sample this – “Divisions only lead to more divisions.Love has no labels, no definitions. It is what it is, pure and simple. Love is the water of life.And a lover is a soul of fire! The universe turns differently when fire loves water.”
Jellicoe Road by Melina Marchetta – This woman is a master story-teller. She can slice you open and make you weep like you’ve never evah experienced before. The writing…oh! the glorious writing. The story…oh! the heart breaking story. Unmissable and ‘un-putdownable’.
Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro – Never has a book made me think about life and the futility of how we live it, as this one did. Showing and not telling, all the feeling without all the drama, subtlety versus turmoil, this dude does it all. So much so, that even calling him a dude, seems like such an offense. Mr. Ishiguro, you deserve every award you get…and more. The Times ranked him as- “One of the greatest British writers…” Yah. ’nuff said.