My reading year started on such a slow pace that I didn’t think I was gonna even read more than five books – A mean I read Stephen King’s On Writing for almost two weeks. But then, by the middle of the month, it picked up – not as fast as I loved but definitely a decent pace. Now that I think of it, it’s probably as a result of the emotional meltdown I suffered at the beginning of the year.
This month, I read a measly total of seven books – two memoirs and five fictions. As usual, they each had their moments – both intense and superficial. Nonetheless, I enjoyed everyone of them. Since they are few, I think I should say a few things about each of them.
1. Stephen King – On Writing: A Memoir Of The Craft.
I had such a hard time coming to terms with the content of this book. I loved that Stephen King brazenly explained the intricacies of the craft so much that you knew what you were getting into. By the time, I was done, I threw myself a pity party and began questioning a lot of things. At the end of the day, I decided I was gonna continue writing – fiction or not.
2. Cheryl Strayed – Wild
First of all, I absolutely cannot wait for the movie to be shown locally. I though it was a pretty decent and enlightening read – Eat, Pray, Love tops any self discovery book all day, every day – even though some things didn’t really sit well with me. I love that she went on a journey of self discovery that involved hiking – I’m so including it in my bucket list – and came out successful despite the trials and tribulations. Having said that, I think everyone at some point in their lives should embark on such journeys. Notwithstanding, despite the various challenges she went through, I’m still gonna go hiking. She indirectly strengthened my resolve.
3. Arundhati Roy: The God Of Small Things
“Exhausting. Almost incoherent.
My first thoughts after reading the book. It just kept going on and on and didn’t stop but I couldn’t really fault the book because it was brilliant. The author’s way with words was just phenomenon although it felt like I was reading an English translation verbatim. It was extremely witty and hilarious. I enjoyed it for a while until it started dragging.
4. Gayle Foreman – If I Stay
The movie was in the cinemas for like two seconds and just like TFIOS I missed it also. I didn’t even know I had the complete book the whole time. Beautiful but heartbreaking story although I didn’t get into the book until the middle so I underestimated the gravity of the tragedy. It just felt like a routine. Oh yeah! So that happened, okay not OMG!!, I can’t believe this happened to her. Suffice to say, I didn’t feel the depth of the book but the sequel is an entirely different story. Pretty decent, almost heart-rending but moving all the same.
5. Gayle Foreman – Where She Went.
The sequel on the other hand was awesome. I loved and enjoyed it better than the prequel. The whole book felt like one long scene with a twist at the end. A story of forgiveness, redemption and the power of first love. At some point, it took me down the nostalgic lane and brought back first love memories and how there’ll always be what they are – the first love. Here, happy ever after doesn’t seem far-fetched.
6. Nicholas Sparks – True Believer.
Classic Nicholas Sparks tale. After reading quite a number of his books, I think I’m used to the predictability of his novels – even though that doesn’t prevent me in any way. I just love to curl up to a classic romantic story after all the intensity of the previous books. His books help me relax and releases all the negative energy I might have accumulated. Beautiful and straightforward story that cannot be exhausted in one book and so, requires a sequel. I don’t know if I was mad about the outcome of the story but then, I realise life is actually unfair and is not always about happy endings.
7. Sara Gruen – Water For Elephants.
The only reason I’m letting my annoyance for this book slide is because Robert Pattinson was in the movie adaptation. Other than that, I taught it was annoying bland. Actually, I’m rather indifferent to the book – I don’t love it or hate it. It’s just…there. Apparently, it’s one of Goodreads’ top books of the century and I’m wondering how. Really? Seriously? The book was flat, boring and superficial period.
Next month, I’m thinking of starting the Fifty Shades series given its movie release and all. I know that it has received quite a lot of backlash – they say it’s probably the worst badly written book in recent times – but somehow, I’m impelled to find something redeemable before totally writing it off. A mean, I loved Twilight. It’s not easy to write this things. I know how difficult a work of fiction is especially if it’s your debut work. So yeah, I’m might start it and see how far I can stand it. If not, I’m tossing the other two out.