Book Mail!

Look what the postman brought me! ūüėÄ

Belated birthday gifts from a dear book loving friend, who clearly knows what floats my boat. ūüôā

It has been a long while since¬†I last had the pleasure of having the postman drop books into¬†my mailbox. And it’s been even longer since I last received any books¬†as¬†birthday gifts. So¬†naturally, I was more than¬†thrilled to find these lovelies waiting for me at home on two separate occasions in the last two weeks.


My first ever volume of a Slightly Foxed edition! ūüôā

Thanks to the big hearted folks over at Slightly Foxed who had a recent huge giveaway on their Instagram account (@foxedquarterly), I am now the proud owner of one of their long-coveted objects of beauty!

John Moore’s Brensham Village, which captures¬†life in the English countryside¬†during the 1930s, sounds like a book that’s¬†just my cup of tea.



Sailing away….


Have just set sail on a cruise liner for a short trip to the neighbouring Thai islands.
Am really looking forward to some quality reading time in the coming days. I have an Alexander McCall Smith for company. ūüôā
See you all around soon!



As I am still away on holiday (and having failed to have pre-prepared the Friday Feature post beforehand), I am sorry to inform that there won’t be any Friday Feature post until my return.

In the meantime, here’s hoping that everyone is busy enjoying getting some good uninterrupted reading done, wherever you are!

And that the cats are all behaving well. :p

March Reading Notes

Looking at my sidebar, it would seem as if all I had manage to read ever since this blog started was just Barbara Pym’s Some Tame Gazelle and Wodehouse’s Something Fresh. And it also looks¬†as if¬†I have been dipping into Sylvia Townsend Warner’s letters and diaries for what seems like forever now. Both the allusions are not entirely true. Truth is, I have been reading from a number of different books simultaneously (problem with having a short attention span and being easily distracted by books calling for attention from every direction!) and none seems to be getting me any closer to the last¬†page (not yet, anyway), thus the lack of progress in books being added to the sidebar. Also, I have¬†actually not¬†been dipping into¬†Warner’s diaries and letters for past one over month now. Will need to rectify that soon.

So, what then have I been burying my nose into for the month of March? It is these.

The Collected Stories of Elizabeth Bowen
I have been trying to¬†establish a sort of ‘Bedtime with Bowen’ of my own since March, by reading her collection of short stories just before going to bed at night. I figured this might help me to be more ‘disciplined’ in my reading and get me through the 700+ pages of short stories in the not too distant future (hopefully!). I have started chronologically with her First Stories (those written before the 1920s) but I think I might want to start mixing it up a bit by maybe reading a story in each of the different classified periods (The Twenties, The Thirties, The War Years & The Post-War Stories) in an alternating order. Like I said, I have a short attention span, so maybe this can help keep things¬†‘fresh’ and not so predictable.¬†¬†

No Name by Wilkie Collins 
I started the book in December last year but as usual had somehow allowed it to be set aside in order to make room for the other books and stuff that have taken my fancy in between that time and now. I finally went back to pick it up where I had left, and am slowly trying to gain back the momentum for this (also 700+ pages) chunkster. This is my first¬†Wilkie Collins that I am reading¬†proper, although I have had a sampling of his other works here and there before along the way. I¬†chose to start with No Name instead of his supposedly best work, The Woman in White, thinking that ¬†I would like to save the best for last. But going by what I have enjoyed reading in this book so far, I won’t be very much surprised if I find this¬†to be¬†his best, at least by my¬†preference. If not, then it can only mean that I am really going to be in for a treat with The Woman In White.¬†¬†Incidentally, this book had one of the best¬†openings to a book I have ever come across. Maybe I have not read all that many books in my lifetime for the statement to really carry much weight, but I can’t think of very many other books that had manage to make me feel so drawn into¬†anticipating¬†the unfolding of the story just by reading the¬†opening scene.

A Far Cry From Kensington by Muriel Spark
I started this over the last weekend in preparation for the Muriel Spark Reading Week. This¬†is my second Spark, the first being The Girls of Slender Means which I read last year.¬†I think I am enjoying A Far Cry more, mainly due to the narrator’s voice which I find¬†I can relate to better. Since April is¬†already here, I better step up the gear and read this up in time for the Reading Week!


Dracula by Bram Stoker
This was one book I never thought I would ever read. I am not a fan of the horror and supernatural genre, and have always steered clear of those. If it was not for a fellow blogger’s power of persuasion in convincing me¬†into giving this a try based on the fact that this book¬†is written in the form of journals and letters (which are one of my favourite forms in writing), I would not have picked this up. And once I did, I¬†must say that I was¬†rather surprised¬†at how engaging¬†a read the book is. I am still¬†averse to horror stories, and I see this as being one of the rare and few exceptions where I will find myself picking up a book in this genre.

Apart from reading, I have also been listening to quite a few audiobooks while¬†driving, walking the dog and at the gym. As with my reading, I also need¬†to have a variety of¬†audiobooks which are on-going simultaneously, depending on what I am¬†in the mood for. I seem to have hit a deep rut with Umberto Eco’s The Prague Cemetery for which I had had such high hopes for. Somehow,¬†I¬†just quite lost it in there. And instead of crying over spilt milk, have decided to move on to more promising (or so I hope) stuff. I am making steady progress with Judith Flander’s The Invention of Murder: How The Victorians Revelled In Death & Detection And Created Modern Crime. It is chock-full of interesting cases and includes information on the circumstances upon which Scotland Yard came about at a time when murder stories are sensationalized, as well as how some of the infamous cases¬†and characters formed the basis for some of Dickens’ and Wilkie Collin’s works¬†in¬†Bleak House, Our Mutual Friend and The Woman In White. Interesting as the book may be, it can be a bit tedious at times to listen to all the details¬†involved in the cases and a lil’ tiring to¬†digest all the information provided.

I guess the highlight of¬†the many hours of my listening pleasure in March would¬† have to be Kafka’s Metamorphosis. It is just a short book,¬†slightly over 2 hours of narration but the impact of the story lasts much, much longer. This is the second of Kafka’s works that I have encountered so far, and while I didn’t really quite get the point in The Hunger Artist when I read it, Metamorphosis has¬†probably¬†set me back on the right path¬†to begin¬†appreciating Kafka’s genius better. Although I think I still probably have¬†not¬†gotten quite¬†down to¬†the deeper and bigger issues he may be alluding to in the story, even¬†the little that I could glean from just the surface is reason enough to say it is truly a worthy read.

And so, that was how my month had March-ed by…..¬† ūüėČ
How did yours go?

A Beautiful Mess

I wonder how many of us have ever secretly (or not so secretly) harboured dreams of writing a book AND having it published someday. Personally, I have no such illusions about myself ever being a writer because I know I am not. But I do admire those who do nurture such aspirations and allow their dreams to drive them into putting things in action.

I recently had the pleasure of¬†making the acquaintance¬†of one such dreamer who may be on the brink of seeing the dream realised.¬† She is a young American teacher/ writer who¬†had wanted a fresh start in life and¬†decided to¬†pack up and leave New York for Spain.¬†Her book, A Beautiful Mess, which she is currently trying to get published¬†through a company called,¬†¬†is a compilation of comedic yet sentimental personal essays. ¬†It’s rather unique because in order to publish, she needs to find 1000 people to pre-order¬†the book in x number of days.¬†Should the goal be met,¬†the book gets published and for every book sold, a book is donated to a charity helping promote literacy in third world countries.

I have enjoyed reading the first chapter of the book, which is included in the link below, and thought maybe some of you dear readers might too.

Ali Berlinski – A Beautiful Mess

For futher info and more excerpts plus a video clip of the writer herself, do take a look here.

Maps of The Human Heart

Came across this very interesting post that was¬†put up¬†in conjunction with Valentine’s Day.¬† It¬†has beautifully illustrated maps¬†with names such as ‘The Open Country of Woman’s Heart’,¬†‘The Fortified Country of Man’s Heart’ and even a ‘Geographical Guide To Man’s Heart with Obstacles & Entrances’! If you are wondering what that is,¬†do take a look for yourself. ūüôā

An awakening….

Once upon a time there lived a sea lion who had lost the sea. He lived in a country known as the barren lands. High on a plateau, far from any coast, it was a place so dry and dusty that it could only be called a desert. A kind of coarse grass grew in patches here and there, and a few trees were scattered across the horizon. But mostly, it was dust. And sometimes wind, which together makes one very thirsty. Of course, it must seem strange to you that such a beautiful creature should wind up in a desert at all. He was, mind you, a sea lion. But things like this do happen.

How the sea lion came to the barren lands, no one could remember. It all seemed so very long ago. So long in fact, it appeared as though he had always been there. Not that he belonged in such an arid place. How could that be? He was after all, a sea lion. But as you know, once you have lived so long in a certain spot, no matter how odd, you come to think of it as home.

John Eldredge, Desire

How very true. But like the sea lion, I think I am slowly awakening to the thirst that has been building up inside for a long, long while.

Therefore, in this brand new year, I have resolved to wake up to my senses. To dare to welcome fresh new beginings. And to kick start things, I have finally started this blog. This will serve as a platform whereby I can come, to indulge in two of the things I am most passionate about – Books & Travel. Books, more so. ūüėČ

I am not a fast reader, and neither am I good at articulating my thoughts to form wordy/worthy reviews. There are enough bloggers out there who are doing an excellent job in that department. But I do love books, truly. And in all its forms. Especially the aesthetic aspects of it. I love to see the visual display of books in all their splendour. This, being also one of the primary reasons for having this blog, will be featuring quite abit around here.¬† And in the possibly likely event that this blog will only have just an audience of one (myself), it would not matter. Because it would have served me well, by just being¬†that special corner for me to come to, to unwind and find comfort and pleasure in the company of good books. Having said that though, I hope this will in no way¬†deter anyone from wishing to drop by with the occasional comment or two, because you are most certainly welcome to do so. ūüôā