Of late, I’ve been catching up with my readings. Here’s couple which I’m done and found them rather interesting.

Don’t Let’s Go to the Dogs Tonight
by Alexandra Fuller

A good write (of course, also a good read) about her African childhood, growing up as Bobo, the daughter of white tobacco farmer. It tells the tale about the family, the hardships, the quirkiness of her mom and on the other hand, the survivals, the strengths, all intensely moving in combination with a tang of humor behind the words.

A Short History of Tractors in Ukrainian by Marina Lewycka

Another good read, deceived by the heavy set title. In fact, funnily, if you have read the book, the title will give you the giggles along the way. It in facts shows the eccentricity of this book. Light-hearted, humourous but with tonnes of heavy unwritten meanings, where I grasped the meaning of ‘how he acts is partially how he is made of’. Except the very eccentric Pappa, an Ukrainian imigrant who still hold a dream to save the souls of Ukraina. He, who is 84, announces to his daughters that he is in love and will marry a Ukraina, 36 with a marvelous pair of bosoms. There the story begins, and there the untold stories unfolded.

2 more that I read (or reading) – Perfume by Patrick Suskind (Inspired to read as the movie left me jaw-hunged! So watch the movie, if you may) and Antonia Fraser’s Biography of Marie Antoinette (Still on it, trying as its a bloody thick book!).

Enjoy!

Life’s little pleasure are moments like this.

A quiet Sunday noon with the backdrop of endless pelting tiny raindrops. I put on the burner, dripped in the rose essence. The one which I bought since my teen years, the one that my bedroom during my growing years smell off.

I snuggled in comfortably on my white sofa, cupped with a refreshing drink (pineapple juice + lychee… which I managed to tear apart the can very carefully with a swiss knife. I need to buy a can opener!) and on the other hand a very good book – Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert.

Its a great read! I am just at chapter 27 (there’s 108 very short chapters, structured the same way as a ‘buddhist beads’ which is always strung with 108 beads) and I’ve not been able to put the book down since I started.

Its about the journey of a woman in search for the meaning of her life. Right after a very tremulous time, a divorce, a break up and bouts of depressions, she had series of encounters which prompted her to plan the journey as she had made it.

I particularly liked (up to where I am reading now) the part where she exclaimed the coincidence of the ‘I’s. She was ready to go on a voyage of self-discovery, therefore, Liz was on her way explore the art of pleasure in Italy, the art of devotion in India and in Indonesia, the art of balancing the two. All 3 countries begins with an I which carved the journey for Liz to find herself! Voila!

Touchingly, I could relate myself very much to the thoughts and feelings captured in this book.

Alright, I shall not tell too much. My dear readers, especially all bellas, do try to get your hands on this read.