I visit the library hebdomadally. They lend novels, and I read ‘em. And incidents do happen in-between. I’m going to talk about these things, and you are going to read/listen. ~Hah~
Disclaimer: Don’t take for granted that all the below events are true. Some might be fictitious; incidents with any resemblance to actual events or locales are purely coincidental. And by incidents, I don’t actually mean incidents. Not quite, not quite, not quite…
Coming to the post, I’ve been racking my brain hard to re-collect all the incidents that happened since my infancy. It took pains to recall them in all of a sudden. Eventually, I’m putting all my ability to arrange a few words together and string a proper sentence. Read on.
Novels are umpteen, and so are the authors. Favorites are afew and run-of-the-mills are aplenty. And what is the first thing that you look for, while choosing a book? Blurb? Author? Book title?
Well, I’m not choosy about the books, which I’m going to read or the authors either. If I find the blurb interesting, then without giving it a second thought, I go for it. I’d love to spend a good deal of time reading a book but I agree, I’m not an avid/voracious reader, books are my ‘first love’ though. I’d love to read all the books in a month or perhaps in a year’s time, but will life long procrastination, assist me in completing this herculean task? And because of my impecuniousness, rather than lying on the couch and having the material in my hand, I’m straining out my pair of oculi reading the e-books downloaded, free of charge, on my system.
Well, here are some of the authors I’d like to list and relate some of the incidents, if any, that has happened.
Sidney Sheldon: They charged an exorbitant amount for a membership; it was a pretty penny for me. Although I was penurious, flat broke, and penniless, I still managed to pay 250 bucks to the librarian and in return, she issued a membership card with a membership no. 2179 on 07/07/’07. Guess what? I was gazing at the card for quite some time while typing this blog entry and only now did the numbers really, impress me. Now that’s an especial date, innit? Well, now don’t you think that it is something easy to commemorate too? Perhaps, the day when boredom died off? Ah, whatever, this was the day when I got registered as one of the members of the Little Lending Library and it all started with a Sidney Sheldon book. Don’t ask me the title. Of late, I’m oblivious of everything that’s happening around me. Something seriously wrong with my wet ware, I guess. Never mind. Just a book or two left to complete from His shelf.
Paulo Coelho: If you are a regular reader of my blog, this must be a deja-vu for you. This name reminds me of the day when I stumbled over to pronounce His last name and eventually ended up getting offended by the librarian. Sue me if I spell or pronounce His name incorrectly again. Gone are the days when I used to mumble Paulo err., C…o…elho. Now I feel pretty good that I’m enunciating his name perfectly right. Hmmm, I did not know this maven until a friend of mine recommended Paulo Coelho’s books to me. Yep, a guy who had a special liking to His style of writing, and who didn’t reveal his other favorite authors intentionally just because His works were unrivaled, one and only, and who kept reiterating that He was his reigning favorite. Somehow I read the best book in my life; ‘The Alchemist’ that is. My thanks to Him, thanks to him as well.
John Grisham: On social networking sites, I always have the habit of checking out my friends’ profile, (hell no, I don’t stalk in the cyberspace) especially the books recommended on the profile by the person. I felt sick to my stomach when a friend of mine spelled His name erroneously. I could not bear that anymore. Unwittingly I tried to rebuke him and turned aggressive spitting out harsh words at him. Note that I was the one who scrapped him in the first place. I was sure of the spelling but I pondered for a while, and to make myself clear, typed in ‘John Gresham’ on wikipedia.org and hit the go button. I was taken aback and I couldn’t imagine the unpleasantly surprising feeling when a person like the one I mentioned above, existed on earth or the trepidation either, which appeared and disappeared in a flash. Eventually he came out with a lame excuse saying that it was a typo. That should’ve been a real bummer. Hmph, I really thanked God for saving my skin. Ah, a sigh of relief at last.
Ayn Rand: Remind people of Her and they talk about the time frames. The novelist, philosopher, playwright, and the screen writer, Ayn Rand is an author whose story tellings are interminable and who always enjoys her works to be published in small fonts and while reading her book, I had my microscope and magnifier handy, anyway. Considering the minuscule font, it was practically impossible to complete it within a week’s time and the ones who claim to have done that within a day or two should either be a superhuman or Godlike. If my memory serves me correctly, I was gifted with one Ayn Rand penned ‘Atlas Shrugged’ book and believe me, it took approximately a friggin’ decade to complete the book. Huh, do you humor me on this? And I tell you, I was completely exhausted, fatigued, dog-tired, and drained of energy after reading the book, it was a pretty interesting read, though. From the reader’s list, Ayn Rand’s novels are on top of the list. It’s something worthy of high praise. No doubt, writers of Her talent and caliber are a few and far between.
P.G. Wodehouse: I have no intent on eulogizing him, but let me just ask you a question. Do you store up all the phrases and later mull them over, when you are in the midst of the populace and laugh your arse off with your unsuppressed titters? Or while reading his books, did you laugh at something that was broadly or extravagantly humorous? Okay all that aside, I wanted to complete one of the books at a stretch. So the only option was to download the audio version and listen to the audio programme. Seriously, I tried to be in a jocular mood all day while listening to the audio book and wanted to stretch my laugh lines further, but it did not amuse me even to the least overwhelming extent, all I could settle for was the podcast which comprised of different dialects and accents. It was so deadening, draggy, and wearisome that even my mind went for fishing. I should say, I was thoroughly disappointed.
P.S. These are just some of the incidents that took place. I’m not trying to disgrace any author. They are great, whatsoever.
Have a merry Christmas and a happy new year, people.