Book reviews & analyses
I never imagined my life as an epic. And The Lord of The Rings wasn’t even one of my favorite books. Yet, it’s odd the way things turn out, what you’re intended for and what is intended for you. At the age of 30, I pivoted my life from behind…
Healing is messy. So is art. So is living. With lots of love to @senseslenses and @shaunakde for helping make my life & healing, art. My journey in watercolours.
Returning to a book I first read nearly a decade ago made me think about how many times I truly had that last chance.
Of all the readers in the world with whom to bond over LOTR, I never expected one to be my teacher.
LOTR came to me from the person who inducted me into the fellowship of readers.
We didn’t speak at our first meeting. He wore orange trousers & skulked in a corner. I was the life of the party in pinstripes. Irony clinked glasses all around. I discovered he had a blog & I visited from my anonymous account. It was much better than the one…
Are we too in love with the stories to appreciate the realities of life? The stage is a metaphor for our distancing.
Can you miss someone who died before you ever met them? Yes, if you are a reader. I miss Marsha Mehran.
Everyone else withers away into corpses, but a writer leaves behind a corpus. Reading is an act of timeless love. Be a reader.
I love a good romcom. I am a feminist. I’ve always been conflicted about ‘He’s Just Not That Into You’.