My favourite reads of the last few months have probably come into my life with some kind of reason...
It started with The Beach of Alex Garland, which I have read after coming back from Thailand. I didn't devour it as it was dense and tense, and rough and spicy, and exotic and random, and funny and cruel... But I loved it. I specifically remember the bit about the amnesic effect of the beach (when you are in paradise, you forget all about the world, all about your family and friends, all about your normal desires and it all becomes a needless state of beatific reality) and how little it had in common with the movie.
Accidentally, High Fidelity of Nick Hornby fell into my hands and filled my commute with laughter. I read it with a bit too much haste, but I couldn't help myself. It was as good as a cupcake with a large latte. Actually no, make it black coffee with no sugar - a bit of bitter sweet unromanticised love drama... Nothing to do with the movie at all...
I found Jennie Erdall's Ghosting in the Pound Shop. Thought that would be a random buy. But it turned out to be a good book, which reminds me of my own aspirations to write... It is a beautifully written tale, with deliciously chosen words, which unfolds as a unobtrusive melody and really make me think of how little I know about writing still...
I wonder what do they all mean in my life?... The Beach talks about a spoiled paradise and how futile is to believe in recreating a perfect society in a dream location, advising us to just go back to living our normal lives - we're better off. High Fidelity talks about settling/or not in a relationship... And about music and a lot of pathetic stuff. Ghosting talks about writing and how everyone should write for themselves. I am still to find out their meaning in my life. Perhaps there isn't any. Perhaps they are just wonderful books that make my life a little bit better!...
It started with The Beach of Alex Garland, which I have read after coming back from Thailand. I didn't devour it as it was dense and tense, and rough and spicy, and exotic and random, and funny and cruel... But I loved it. I specifically remember the bit about the amnesic effect of the beach (when you are in paradise, you forget all about the world, all about your family and friends, all about your normal desires and it all becomes a needless state of beatific reality) and how little it had in common with the movie.
Accidentally, High Fidelity of Nick Hornby fell into my hands and filled my commute with laughter. I read it with a bit too much haste, but I couldn't help myself. It was as good as a cupcake with a large latte. Actually no, make it black coffee with no sugar - a bit of bitter sweet unromanticised love drama... Nothing to do with the movie at all...
I found Jennie Erdall's Ghosting in the Pound Shop. Thought that would be a random buy. But it turned out to be a good book, which reminds me of my own aspirations to write... It is a beautifully written tale, with deliciously chosen words, which unfolds as a unobtrusive melody and really make me think of how little I know about writing still...
I wonder what do they all mean in my life?... The Beach talks about a spoiled paradise and how futile is to believe in recreating a perfect society in a dream location, advising us to just go back to living our normal lives - we're better off. High Fidelity talks about settling/or not in a relationship... And about music and a lot of pathetic stuff. Ghosting talks about writing and how everyone should write for themselves. I am still to find out their meaning in my life. Perhaps there isn't any. Perhaps they are just wonderful books that make my life a little bit better!...
