Two weekends and Two books

This blog needs a revival. A re-birth of sorts, if you may. 

And now is the time to do it. As the blog turns 4.

Ever since The Implet jumped into my lap I've been short on time.

And patience, but we shall not get into that.

In those initial months while the Munchkin munched through my breasts, I lived on the 'little grey cells' of Hercule Poirot. Every single Christie that our local library possesed was re-visited and devoured. And when the sleep deprivation got to me, P.G.Wodehouse elevated my spirits. Apart from this couple, there were more.

The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time

 -- Interesting concept. Liked the story being told by an autistic boy. But not too thrilled by it. Felt it meandered a little towards the end.

Animal Farm

 -- Read for the second time. Loved it as much as the last. So did The Mr which made it all the more enjoyable. [Any book that offers conversation fodder between me and The Mr earns brownie points]

A Thousand Splendid Suns

 -- Khaled Hosseini impressed with his inimitable prose style. Heart wrenchingly sad and beautiful. Maybe not as crisp as The Kite Runner but since there were no child abuse I liked it a wee bit more.

Haroun and the Sea of Stories

 -- My first Rushdie and I liked this one. Wonderful Fantasy. One day when The Implet cannot escape my clutches I shall read this with her. Hopefully.

Unfortunately I don't remember the rest of the novels.

Anyhoo, that was then.

This is now.

After being out of touch with the blogging world and the literary world, I re-entered both by foraging for information on book blogs. Boy! Have I been living in a rat-hole or what?

There are too many book-bloggers out there but for now I've settled with my college junior who taught me to Waltz and Tango - Ramya and her Bookshelf.

Balzac and The Little Chinese Seamstress by Dai Sije

 --Simple prose written in an engaging style. Loved it and finished it in one sitting last Sunday. [In my world, if I don't finish a book on weekends while The Mr and The Implet bond, I never will.] Coming back to the book, it is all about re-education during Mao's rule of China. The book has intrigued me enough to look for more China/Mao book on my next visit to the library.

The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

 -- Absolutely loved it! It's set in Germany during the World War II and I've always been a sucker for stories about WW2. From the book's unusual narrator, to the setting, to the humour weaved into the pathos, everything about this book is beautiful. I picked it up last morning and couldn't put it down until I finished it this afternoon. Of course, The Implet hasn't been too happy about the book eating into her playtime with her amma and tried her best to tear it apart.

I put the book down at midnight and made my way upstairs to bed but in vain. Five minutes later I was back down, sitting on the steps and reading about the hidden Jew. And in my dark living room, Liesel Meminger came alive as she read slowly and softly to Max.  Powerful and lyrical prose!

That's all I have folks. 

Oh! I went and signed up for a Christmas Gift swap at this blog. It is for book bloggers. I shall claim I am a blogger who loves books and I qualify too :p 

See you all sooner than later :)