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Saturday, 23 June 2018

Book Review: The Diary of a Young Girl

  I came to know that we are the same creatures, Annie. You are running away or hiding from death and I am pretending to be alive.  We are scared, Annie. You are hiding & scribbling. I am locking away myself in a dungeon and reading an ambitious girl like you.


“It seems to me that later on neither I nor anyone else will be interested in the musings of a thirteen-year-old schoolgirl.” But your personal diary is being read and is still begin published enthusiastically in the whole wide world.


I kind of swayed away from your secret diary. At that time, you were a thirteen-year-old confused young lady, but your words were determined and faithful. I am going to toss this not-witty remarks because of I Fell in love with that overconfident, happy-go-lucky little girl. Oh, self-centered ambitious girl, you have done the scintillating job. She wrote somewhere "Paper has more patience than people."… I thought of this saying on one of those days when I was feeling a little depressed.” I am shedding true compliments, her courageous diary is so much vivid, simple and full of hope. When I was rattling through page by page, it felt like I was there with Annie, discovering Annex. Her writing is much akin to live with them together. She perfectly went down to every detail of the situation that gave me a terrible spasm.


“It’s just that I’d like to feel that Father really loves me, not because I’m his child, but because I’m me, Anne.” You could find such conceited words all over her diary. After falling in love with Peter, she made the words even sweeter and delicate. I am too smug.


The diary of a young girl is a true diary of Annie Mary Frank. During the second world war, her family went on hiding in Amsterdam from Hitler's wrong treatment. Whilst there, she wrote her diary starting from her 13th birthday on June 12, 1942. This diary has a story of two years of hiding in secret of eight people.


She was looking forward to freedom, but unfortunately, her diary ends on 1st August 1944, that must be a horrible day for her family. Notwithstanding, she wrote every belittle thing that happened in the Secret Annex. I found her enthusiastic, talkative and inquisitive and, most importantly, she was beautifully selfish. In such a tender age, she wrote subtly and gave every detail of the hiding place perfectly. If she would have been alive from that onslaught, she would write more fascinating stuff.


When I finished reading this self-important diary of yours, I was overwhelmed. I went to the world-wide-web and fumbled everything under Annie Frank. It’s silly!


My rating 3 out of 5




Friday, 8 June 2018

Book Review: Don Quixote Of La Mancha


A few months ago, I had bumped with 17th centuries’ writer Miguel De Cervantes’s novel Don Quixote. It is the most influential literary work ever, published in two volumes, in 1605 and 1615. It is widely believed that the novel is the foundation of the modern western literature. Nearly three and a half good month I exiled myself to conclude the tale of ‘Don Quixote of De La Mancha’. During my whole staunchly reading, thousand pages metafiction never exhausted my mind.

Cervantes’ wings of imagination are highly profound. The characters, twisty plot, comical Sancho Panza’s radical logic, stories of enchantments are quintessential and ubiquitous. I wager, I will never find another Sancho or Don Quixote in any form. Research shows us that the Don Quixote is tantamount to bible and Homer’s epic. Its opening sentence somewhat succumbed me “somewhere in La Mancha, in a place whose name I do not care to remember, a gentleman lived not long ago, one of those who has a lance and an ancient shield on a shelf and keeps a skinny nag and a greyhound for racing” and enthusiastic remained to the end.

As we already know he spent five years as slaves in Turkish pirates in Algeria which help him to engender this meticulous artistry. Don Quixote’s death is not merely fictional, it’s a tragic end for an authentic (must be) reader.

In the first part of the novel, Don Quixote went on the second adventure with his squire Sancho Panza. Sancho Panza’s nonsensical adage gives us most pleasure and Don Quixote’s adhering to his beloved Dulcinea del Toboso give our sorrows and wet eyes at the same time. After many comical adventures, he returns home. In the second part of the novel, he leaves the house again for third and last adventures (sally) with his squire and his horse Rocinante. This is the tale of two comical characters who never split for a second, this is the story of friendship and honesty between a master and his servants.

Don Quixote won my heart with his intelligent and some foolish speech and on the other hand, Sancho wafts my heart away with his simplicity and terrific humor.

 Simply, Cervantes scribbled uber nonsense in an astonishing way.



My Rating 5 Out Of 5 

Sunday, 29 April 2018

John Grisham Camino Island Book Review



l am not an admirer of thriller, spy or crime fiction but it, unfortunately, happened on Friday. I was on the abandoned bookstore on the corner of Flinders’ Street. When I enter the bookstore, store owner darted a cold frown to me when I asked, 'any interesting turned up this week?' as passing by the counter. I have a unique set of rules of mine to choose a book to buy. I choose randomly even page and read it twice if I get goosebumps in the first read; the book is bad. I reached to the Camino Island by John Grisham and first I squeezed it like Jim Morrison used to squeeze his balls during his concert. That karma is called the affection to the arts. I read the chosen page.

It has nothing to deal with my selection criteria but there was a special phrase protruding like 'nipples of Venus'; ‘we got Gatsby, that old son of a bitch’. I bought that book because The Great Gatsby is F. Scott Fitzgerald's best-known creation. I thought the book will have something interesting about Fitzgerald.

It's not a raving review or something like that but it was not worthy to read. Adhering to the novel in my limited time cost me the weekend. It does not have humungous so-called philosophical stuff which I wanted to read but has a simpleton story about the heist of the manuscript.



My Rating: 1 of 5