Bookworm

I've always loved reading books. So much, that I always end up finishing them at the rate of a-book-a-day. Ask Easwari Lending Library, good summer business they've had from the account E-633 (I think?).

And so, after the reading-lull in my Pilani days, I got back to it once I landed in Chicago. Come on, who can resist such a great public library? And, all for free?! I was over the moon :) And then came the second no-books phase. Finally, I'm back in business, and faster than ever. Even if I hate the book, I end up reading it all the way through, just because.

This past week, I was on an inspired Indian-milieu/author spree. And boy, was I overwhelmed or what! For some reason, I have never really done much of these type of books. I haven't been a fan of most Indian authors because more often than not, to me, it seems like they just try too hard. The vocab, the premise, the cultural exaggerations.. everything. On the one hand, English is, after all, their second language. Some words they end up using thus clash with my usual Archer/Sheldon/Ludlum/Grisham jargon which is much more mainstream. And several authors use broken sentences or use heavy first-person narratives. Like the way I type stuff on this blog at times. In all, its a mix that has always put me off, at the risk of sounding snobbish!

One book took me completely by surprise. The other two, not so much. Maybe I'll pop up a review of sorts sometime soon.