Month: July 2015
End of an Era for me. I seriously doubt i would be reading anymore of Enid Blyton any more. But i have read quiet a number of books by her and so far have not been disappointed.
Enid does not just write but she tries to teach the best she could. To respect ones parents, to care, to compromise, to listen, to share, to be humble, to be courageous, to learn, to grow.
Malory Towers was a beautiful series, a handful of teenage girls who live together, learn together and become better people together.
They are about to graduate and they are taking away number of valuable lessons which they have learned in last six years of schooling and leaving behind number of memories and their juniors to whom they have taught and learned from many small things.
there is this thing writer states through two different narratives
“From what you have told me you’ve made the nice father of yours miserable. You’ve got what you want at the expanse of someone else’s peace of mind”…
“I have to stand on my own feet haven’t i?”… “Not if you stamp on someones else’s toes to do it.” Something we all need to remember before making unreasonable demands of our parents and peers.
Many character flaws we see in our society are mistakes and miscalculations of our parents. People really need to get their priorities straight.
How important parents are!….Really, I think somebody should start a School for Parents too!
I am kind off crying inside. The horrible feeling of an end 😦
The things we respond to at twenty are not necessarily the same things we will respond to at forty and vice versa. This is true in books and also in life
This book was a recommendation. By far the best I ever had!!
I still have the fluttery feeling and slightly dry throat which in my case are indicators that i loved something and i definitely loved this book.
It is short book which is refreshing. It is a smart book. It has many smart if not life changing but very relate-able and quotable things in it.
The characters are all very real and natural. They are not pretty people or Einsteins or world class heroes. They are everyday people, good folks. People who do not particularly stand out. That is one first thing i love fiction writers ability to make short men and women with no remarkable features and fashion sense standout. When being forty is not ancient and being fourteen is not less sexy or less attractive then sixteen.
Its how writer explains the worries of widower middle aged man adopting a toddler, as “She’s is worse than a puppy. And a man like me shouldn’t even have a puppy. She is not potty trained, and i have no idea how to do that kind of thing or any of the related matters either. Plus I’ve never really liked babies. I like Maya, but .. Conversation with her lacks to say the least. We talk about Elmo, and can’t stand him, by the way, but other than that, it is mainly about her. She’s totally self-centered.”
How can when anyone not love this kind off dialogue? And then how writer explains the same man finds growing ray of fatherly love He wants to laugh out loud or punch a wall. He feels or at least carbonated. Insane, he thinks this is happiness but then he determines it’s love. Fucking love, he thinks. What a bother. It’s completely gotten in the way of his plan to drink himself to death , to drive his business to ruin.The most annoying thing about it is that once a person gives a shit about one thing, he finds he has to start giving shit about everything.
What i really enjoyed was the relationships. How a woman stays is an unhappy marriage and how her unfaithful-husbands dies when in car with her and she does not beats herself about it, though she lived and the accident was more or less her mistake. Because that is how people are, not everyone dwells in guilt for those who have never give damn about them. They even see it is as karma.
How you can fall in love with people after four years of knowing them and barely have any emotional attachment. And how writer accepts that all marriages are half compromise. And there is simple explanation for that and it is He knows she isn’t perfect. She knows he definitely isn’t perfect. They know there’s no such thing as perfect.
I will go no further though even when i have barely started to touch base with awesomeness on the book. but one thing i am obliged to add here is this little unmistakable fact about Mark Twain the writer states in narrative In reading Twain, i often suspect he is having more fun than i am
It is a good simple extremely well written story. It is a must read and great for those who are in reading block. For now on this is the my suggestion for those who are in reader’s block. I read this as an e-book but will definitely buy it because i just have to have it. Need to own physical embodiment of this book.
And end note
We are not quiet novels… We are not quiet short stories…In the end, we are collected works
I am looking at blank document trying to overcome my writer’s block. I have always written without ever having an end plot. It had worked out pretty well for me because once I started to write, the story always self-evolved.
Last year I was trying to write a story and it turned in to fabulous tale which everyone loved. That was my first success and was a completely unintentional one. After that I have written few stories which all were well liked.
Now I cannot write even I line without choking. I do not know why I am suffering from this heart wrenching writer’s block but it is making me feel inadequate.
I do not stand for much and do not have much to show for my one score of life. I never had a big academic achievement, always been a mediocre student. I do not have any skills like sewing, embroidery, cooking or baking. I am just a woman, who is just that.
One thing I do have are dreams, resolutions, ideas and aims. I have always wanted a position of power in civil services that is my dream and aim. I want to help people, bring change. Not small change in lives but in the system. That is what I think about half of the time what will I do if I become a bureaucrat. Other half is spend in imagining different conversions with different people or conversations among the imaginary army of characters I have stored in my head.
Someone who spends so much time in different fragments of their own imagination they should be able to write, right? That is what I thought before I started to write but it is not that easy, not everything that I imagine is coherent or concrete enough to be written.
The thing about imagination is that we can skip many important details and trim it to our liking. Me, personally can never pen down my thoughts completely mainly because they are private fantasies mixed with ideals. So those thoughts are too private,cheesy, inappropriate, secret and mostly nobody’s business to know.
My philosophy is; imagination is gift, it is place we can escape to relax and release all our worries without any effort. The day your imagination fails you, you are in big trouble. And am in big trouble.
This book is one of the best children-adult book i have come across. Maybe i have not read a lot, but i have never read a book like this one before.
There is nothing extraordinary about this book. There are not many profound quotes or extra terrestrial experiences. This book is very simply written at times i had confusion in understanding it it was written in such a Southern American style.(that i am sure is a only personal deficit)
To really love this book you have to remember your childhood. You must remember those unending summer vacation after which when you went to school you were a little different from before. Those summer vacations when you saw your cousins and friends. a world different from the world of school.
Scout the protagonist of the book lives in every child, little imaginative, fearless, not yet familiar to the lines of social norms, who might claim to be equal to her elder brother, but would follow the elder sibling anywhere.
Scout introduces us to the Maycomb society, a southern state where the difference between black and white is drilled in the blood and system of the state. She listens to her teacher drone about Hitler being trash because he persecutes Jews. Being prejudiced is wrong and executing people because of it is a crime, At the same time she witnesses the same prejudices and execution carried on the blacks. It confuses her but she does not get a straight answer.
Scout and her brother are growing with a “radical” father. they have a very close, healthy and idealistic relationship with their him. they are soon thrust into a world where being black is worse than being white trash. Which really does not make much sense to them. Jem thinks there are 4 kinds of people in the world, as his world is Maycomb county so that’s they only division he could come up with but Scout does not get it yet she just thinks everyone is same all are just “Folks”.
This book shows how children progress from believing in haunted houses to navigating differences between races. How tall tales told by a friend can make more sense than long lengthy reasons of adults. How hypocrisy and prejudices of group of women during a tea can be understood by 8 year old but never deciphered not really.
How a society can make a good stand up citizen look weak and coward in his children eyes.
This book explores the world through 8 year old eyes with scale of 12 year old and writer did a damn good job of it.
This book is our childhood.