You Know What….

I like reading books from a young age. Like when I was a preteen and all. But then somehow I lost the habit and had a dry life till my 16. That’s when I found a novel named I Too had a Love Story by Ravinder Singh. It’s a romantic tragedy in which the girlfriend dies at the end. There, I told you the story now you don’t have to read it and get your hopes up on Ravinder Singh. Because I was so overwhelmed by the novel and it’s climax that I cried inconsolably leading to a not so bad headache. God my eyes were sore that day. I have decided that ‘It’s fixed, from now on Ravinder Singh is my official favourite author’. The second novel came out and I bought that also and read. That time I was like ‘hmm, okay , Maybe not as good as the first one’ Then the third one came out and I scratched off his name from my favourite author and read Chetan Bhagat. There also I was impressed by only one of his works and then I got bored . During my Degree time I was sitting idly in my room and never bothered to hit the college library even for once. I saw a book on my room mate’s table. It had a picture of woman and a man lying on it’s cover and the title said, ‘P. S I Love You‘. (Drum rolls)

Was the book Good? Yeah!
Did I love it? Yeah!
Did I cry? A lot!
Did I find my lost passion of reading? Hell yeah !!


Cecelia Ahern’s writing career began with the publication of P. S I Love You. So did my reading habit. I loved her every single work and I collected and read them twice or even thrice sometime. Her writing makes me feel that a friend is talking to me. I read all her novels and all of them are my favourites. But then again if I have to choose a top five ( there is no way I can shortlist them to two or three) I will put them like this. I won’t  rank them, still.
💎 The Time of My Life
💎 The Book of Tomorrow
💎 Flawed & Perfect
💎 How to fall in Love
💎 If You Could See Me Now

I didn’t add P. S I Love You on the list because I thought it was obvious. After finishing Cecelia’s works I read some in Malayalam, my mother tongue. After that I read some of Jodi Picoult’s and John Green’s. Of Course I followed Nicholas Sparks also but soon I lost interest because it’s always the same thread. Boy meets girl, love happens, someone has a fatal disease, conflicts happens, someone with the disease dies. End of story. My favourite work of his is The Guardian. (Ooh Goosebumps ).


Then I switched my interest into Crime/Mystery/psychological thrillers. But it was limited you know. I meant my reading. I chose Lars Kepler mainly to be blown away by crime thrillers. Among her The Stalker became  my favourite.
I read the Princess Trilogy by Jean Sasson Still Alice by Lisa Genova. The latter is such an amazing work of which I had written a review already.

I don’t know why I am telling you people all these. But now and then I am like Archimedes when he found his Principle. I am stricken with a sudden thought of book or movie and pour myself out on this page. If you are following me you can expect my doodlings. Most often they won’t be typical reviews or anything. Because who am I to judge an art. It’s more like how I felt about it. So if that’s what you want please do follow my page. If you want me to talk about any of the book just comment, if I have read it already then I will tell you. If I haven’t, I apologize in advance .

Ciao buddies…

Change of Heart

‘Your daughter needs a new heart. The only match comes from a murderer. What would you do?’

This is the caption I found on my copy of Change of Heart by Jodi Picoult. I read the caption. Pretty interesting situation. Then I started to read the novel. Man, if only the situation was as simple and straight as the way caption puts it.

June’s husband dies in a car accident from which she and their daughter escapes. She is remarried to a police officer who helped her through the trauma. Five years later she is expecting her and Kurt’s child when he and Elizabeth (her daughter from the first marriage) is shot dead by a carpenter (Shay Bourne) who worked for them.

The child is born with a severe heart condition that affects her life(gee give June a break, right? ). At the age of eleven, Claire is going through a hard phase in dire need of a heart. Let’s just pause there.

With a caption like that, we think the main character is the mother. Well, nope. Draw a word web of sun and she will be one of the many rays that surrounds the circle. And in the circle stands Shay Bourne, the murderer. Exactly. He is the centre of everything (no pun intended). He is the first person in the last 58 years of New Hampshire to receive a death sentence. At the early 20s he is put in the jail to be executed. Somehow it gets delayed, for 11 years.
Now strange things start to happen in the jail. The pipe water suddenly turns into wine. A dead bird comes back to life when Shay touches it. He shares a small piece of gum with 7 other inmates and still some it is left. Most importantly, Lucius, the guy in the neighbouring cell gets cured of AIDS leaving no symptom to indicate that he was a severe patient till yesterday. So is officer Smythe’s son.
Ring any bells? Turning water into wine, giving life to dead, curing the sick! Quite familiar scenarios, right? Well, what happens in jail never stays in jail. People around came to know about it and they declared Shay Bourne, a convict for double murder, the messiah. But Shay Bourne wants nothing but to be able to donate his heart to Claire Nealon after his execution. Which by the way is not possible if he is executed by lethal injection. Here comes Father Michael as spiritual advisor and Maggie Blooms as his self appointed attorney. They tries to help Shay inorder to help themselves. Another example for there is no selfless good deed. (Again F.R.I.E.N.D.S reference) Father Michael wants to make up for what happened in the past (read the novel, if you want to know what it is. I can’t tell you everything). Maggie wants to remove execution from the penal system.

The novel is not entirely focused on a mother’s dilemma of whether to accept the heart of the perpetrator. It’s much more than that. From the beginning itself we get the feeling that the culprit is given more importance than the victims. Towards the middle we find ourselves on the side of Shay. At one point I was so excited for this Shay guy that I had to smack my own back of the head and say stop cheering for a criminal. As pages turned I was literally confused about Shay. People called him Messiah and Jesus incarnated. We are given so many parallels between the both. But, no. Shay is not Jesus. He is just a man who followed the path of Jesus and worked for the greater good.


About this novel, it gives you a new perspective on religion. TBH this novel was equally informative and entertaining. God, this is why I love reading novels. I don’t know how Judi Picoult come up with such brilliant plots. I would suggest everyone to read this novel Change of Heart. You don’t have to be religious to read and enjoy this book. Coz this one is not about religion but about human and humanity. Then again, we can easily call GOod Deeds GOD.
The plot is full of crucial events. Loads of miracles to pull us more into the world of characters . The journey through this novel is more like unravelling the character of Shay Bourne. His character remains mysterious even at the end of the novel. I’ll tell you why.

Claire walks back to life with Shay’s heart beating inside her. She finds that her dog lying motionless. She checks for heartbeat which has already left the body. She calls out for her mother and hugs the dog’s dead body. Now it’s time for the final miracle. When she keeps the dog close to her heart, Dudley’s heart starts to beat again. Dudley is alive again. Okay so may be it’s not a final miracle, it could be the beginning of some new miracles.

Like Kurt Nealon says, people are never who you think they are. Read it guys. It’s really good.

The Storyteller – an experience

I read books for experience.  It takes me through different times, introduce me to different people and tells me different stories.  Yeah,  I know traveling is a better way for these experience,  but that’s not my point. Most of us know, books are sooo am-az-ing.
I came across such a book.  Jodi Picoult’s The Storyteller. Recently I decided to be a fan of good books rather than any particular author. Definitely The Storyteller got into my good books’ list. The narrative is mesmerizing, brings you into plot,  making you a silent spectator throughout the novel. The novel has four different plots intertwind together. Ania, Sage, Minka and Josef. Four different characters and their stories go hand in hand, sometimes even mixed up. You wanna know a short story of vampire type thing,  read this novel. Wanna know a girl who is trapped inside of herself, unable to go forth because of her memories, read it. Wanna know the traumatic experience the Jew had to go through during the holocaust,  read this.  Wanna know how a German boy felt about all this,  read this.  Though it is purely fiction, it takes your breath away with the realistic narration and the flow of events.  The book makes you weep,  makes you angry,  makes you smile,  gives you hope and gives you a tiny little drop of satisfaction before it ends leaving you in uncertainty.  You’ll be like,  “Wait, what..  What..  !” “Oh crap!”
      You are given the choice of putting a label on the final action. Was it a forgiving?  Was it an avenging?  Was it an Upior taking birth?  Or was it a mistake which is gonna haunt Sage for the rest of her life?   Jodi Picoult once again proves that she indeed is a great Story Teller.

Oh by the way if there are any foodies like me are out there, you can expect a feast for your soul. Such long and elaborated detailing of cooking and baking give you the feeling that you are in the kitchen sitting on the table watching Sage knead and knead and twist and turn the dough.  You feel the comforting warmth of the kitchen and smell of freshly baked bread. You feel that eating good food is the closest you can feel to heaven.  I have to say this because, really, talking about this book without mentioning the bread and rolls would be such an injustice to the novel.  And I can’t do that.  I am a just person,  you know. (Head  held high and eyebrows so raised that it nearly touches my hairline)