A little bit of wisdom on love and relationships from bell hooks
Fresh new experience of listening to an audiobook.
An interview with Sarvat Hasin, author of This Wide Night and You Can’t Go Home Again.
Potterhead Shruti Sharma writes about her love for Harry Potter and how the story led her towards a magical journey.
If Bryan Adams had ‘ The Summer of 69’, I had The Winter of 99’. No, my fingers didn’t bleed, and neither did any of my friends ‘get married’, but those certainly were the best days of my life, for that was when I fell in love. I, a geeky plump 10-year-old, had begun to…
On the 20th anniversary of the first Harry Potter book, Potterhead Emily Grace writes how the world of Hogwarts brought her closer to her mother.
A prelude to a tribute series to Harry Potter and the world of Hogwarts, on the 20th anniversary of the first Harry Potter book.
How do you save a drowning person? Throw a rubber float at them. Three weeks back WordPress wished me Happy Anniversary. It took me a couple of moments to realize, it has been a year since I started this blog. Looking back now, the one year seemed to have swooshed by. But, I know the…
In this valentine’s week, writer Charles Maclean muses on his one enduring love-reading .
On the eve of The Wizard of Oz’s first film release in India, Emily Grace writes why there is no place like home.
Inscription, the noun, comes from the verb inscribe that means to engrave or carve or etch. Leaving a mark. Knowingly or unknowingly, the people who leave behind these inscriptions leave a little part of themselves and a moment of time within the object, in this case, the object being books. The words, names, messages of goodwill, affections and love are strings that pull us back to our lives of our pasts.
There are books you read and move on. Then there are BOOKS you read and go back to them over and over again. They don’t show you where the light is at the end of the tunnel. What they tell you is this: there will be light. Because there always is. If you don’t see a hovering glow, it means the end is not here yet. And until you get there, the book is your torchlight, accompanying and guiding you with its fluorescent gleam.