Month: May 2016
When we read ‘bad literature’ we thought that till that moment we haven’t read any book that pathetic unless we read another ‘bad literature’ or pathetic book and so on the patheticity level rises. I hope you now know where I’m going with this cuz it’s my back to back ‘bad literature’ reading.
Why is it always that I always bought the worst books more expensive than the good books which are always cheaper? It’s a mystery to me. And I believe it’s more mysterious than Crop Circles or Bermuda.
Don’t ever ever ever read a book just because it’s an “International Best Seller” cuz that doesn’t mean it’s good. Just like The Perks of being a Wallflower, this book also highlights the teen or more appropriate high school student life. I really don’t get it; life is that bad in the schools of America. I don’t care whether it was just a fiction or not, I mean people do get the idea of what they see or observe. At some point, it’s true that such kind of activities do exist but it’s really… deplorable.
The writing was awful like really unbearable as was the story. I think I should use a stronger word that unbearable. I hate those books in which the character thinks too much. The whole story revolves inside the head of the main character. He thinks and overthinks things which obviously makes the reading boring and unbearable.
Anyways, it was a complete time waste and I don’t know what the hell people like reading now a day. I didn’t like a single ounce in it. But if you really want to read it then remember that it’s not a dry literature, I mean like there won’t be a point where you gets irritated and just want to burn this book, I mean it’s worth burning but still this misery would be over in a blink (metaphorically, of course) and those readers who are currently reading it, i understand your feelings and, ‘May the odds be ever in your favor’
And ending. Don’t worry it’s not a spoiler just an exasperation and frustrated feeling. Man in the end I was like, what the fuck, is that it??? wait till you see it yourself, till then cheers and happy reading!!!
In this society, if you didn’t like Game of Thrones, you’ll be considered as a person with no tastes of tv shows at all. Similarly, I didn’t like The Perks of being a Wallflower. I’m not saying I don’t like GOT all I’m saying is, The Perks of being a Wallflower is totally overrated. I really liked the title and I heard a lot about this book. I also agree that It was a true page turner but there was no story in it. I just wanted to finish it for the sake of finishing it. Good books are those books which you want to finish but you also don’t want to finish. If you know what I mean.
This whole book was nothing more than just a bunch of letters which Charlie wrote about his routine life to a “Friend”. I get that Charlie is an introvert and doesn’t like social gathering but he wants to participate in the gathering but he has no friends but he wants to have friends but he can’t talk much with real people but he talks shit load of things in his mind but still he’s a shy person and also he had a terrible and tragic childhood. I get it but whats the purpose of writing this book if it can’t help a person to change the perspective of his/her life. There was nothing remarkable in it. I was really excited about reading it at first but as I start reading my excitement vanished. In fact, I bought this book from the bookstore more than its worth. I really hoped it would be something and it really was something, if you know what I mean.
The writing was lame, cliché (and I can’t search more synonyms for cliché otherwise I must’ve used it) The whole book was boring-letter-kinda thing. Now I really think that the life of a teenage American boy is really boring. The patheticity of the main character Charlie made this book more pathetic. I don’t know why everyone really like this book. I think I must have missed something behind the story of Charlie but I really believe there was nothing to miss as it had nothing worthy in it.
Last but not the least, I really couldn’t understand who the hell is that “Friend” to whom Charlie wrote all those letters of which the book Is filled with. First I thought it was his dead friend, Michael but it wasn’t. Then I thought it would be Sam but it wasn’t. Then I thought it would be Charlie himself, that he’ll read all those letters when he’ll be old but he wasn’t. Then I thought all those letters would be for his future children or grand but it wasn’t and after that I stopped myself from figuring out who the hell was that “Friend”
I really hope you like this book, I really do cuz I really didn’t. and someone ought to like this book if we want to see the society in equilibrium, avoiding chaos. Until next time
When you read a good book, correction, a fabulous book, you think that you haven’t read any amazing book like this in your entire life. It becomes a master piece and found its place on the top of your book rack till you found something more amazing than before and in this way the circle goes on.
This amazing piece of book is written by Nimra Ahmed which is, in reality, the sister of top selling author of Pir-e-Kamil, Umera Ahmed. It is my first Urdu literature novel and rightly so it was worth all the praise and glory. The writing of Nimra Ahmed is casual I guess, cuz as its my first Urdu novel and I really don’t know about Urdu writing, but still the most amazing factor was her story which attracts her readers especially me. I’m not a story loving guy, I focus more on words then the sentences.
To start off with the title, “Jannat kay Pattay” mind blowing and awesome. This adventure will take you to, two countries; Pakistan and Turkey. You’ll know the language, places and cultures of both the countries. The most intriguing feature about this book was the curiosity Nimra Ahmed kept till the end. A true page turner. Instead of two or three main characters in the book, the writer presented its reader with many characters and with many characters comes more stories of each character which makes it more interesting, a little bit complex but interesting. But the fun part is, in the end you’ll observe that the whole time you were just chasing your tail.
There are two parts of this book printed in the same edition. In the first half, the narrator of the story is Haya, while the rest half is narrated by Jehan. You’ll know who these characters are once you start reading this book. This book came in my life like a hurricane and diminished my sleep, my hunger, my extra-curricular activities, my life, my every single thing, not in a creepy way. And I believe it’s the best thing that ever happened to me.
I believe with all my heart that a day will come when this book will be translated into English, and this book will rule the brains and heart of people outside Asia, too. I personally feels that this book brought character, spiritual, religious change in me and I believe someone somewhere out there, too, would be feeling the same thing.
Since I’ve read Looking for Alaska by John Green (btw it was awesome too) I’ve been asking myself the same question every day, “How to get out of this Labyrinth?” I think I’ve finally found the answer I was looking for. I was looking the answer from people or google but the whole time the answer lied within me.
Words are not enough. In short, “I feel Infinite.”
There is always that one book which you can read again and again and again and still don’t get enough of it. it’s like a cigarette which will drag you to hell, like morphine, like nicotine. I’m addicted to this book cuz I never get it enough. Not when I first read it, not when I read it for the second time neither the third time. it’s just the matter of time till I read it for the fourth time. it’s not that I don’t get it the first time or the second time, it’s just that, I believe that, ‘Books just like living organisms need to breath to stay alive’
To me, Paulo Coelho is a creative genius and a magical artist which can turn anything into a spiritual lesson. In short, Paulo Coelho gives me Hope. I never get tired of reading his script. Because his every book is a new journey, a new lesson, a new face of life. No matter how super busy you are, you always find time to read any of Paulo Coelho’s book. It’s like universe wants you to read his books.
Eleven Minutes, isn’t just like any other erotic, masochism, sadism or romance (it’s not appropriate to say romance though) novel. It is one of its kind. It is something different, something never heard or read before, something never discussed before. Something that people think thousand times before discussing this topic, in viewing other people judgement and opinion but Paulo Coelho’s, quite frankly didn’t give a DAMN. He’s just true to himself and anything other than himself doesn’t matter to him and that makes him Fuggin-AWESOME. The road to God (The Pilgrimage), To stay true to yourself (The Valkyries), Good vs Evil (Devil and Miss Prym), Following your Dream and realizing your Personal Legend (The AlChemist) and dozen novels just like these, Paulo Coelho touched a critical and fragile topic that stood the worse of time, Sacred Sex; Is Sex Sacred? Fasten your seatbelts cuz that’s what the whole book revolves around with a slight taste of love, joy, suffering and pain.
Today, I’m the happiest and most blessed person on this planet. You won’t believe what happened today. This happened after three weeks of torture, misery and relentless. History will remember this day. It is one the eighth miracle this world has ever seen. Songs will be sung. Anthem will be played. The air will be filled with gusto and celebration. National holiday will set. Birds will chirp the songs of glory. Children will dance in the misty night. Because Today is the day I finished this parasitical novel, the diary of a young girl written by parasitical thirteen-year-old girl, Anne Frank. I don’t know why she’s the most talkative victim of world war cuz her diary isn’t the one giving proper illustrations of the scenarios of Hitler rule. In fact, it was just another diary the girls wrote before the age of puberty.
The whole book revolves around this Anne Frank, a thirteen-year-old girl. Who wrote her diary just for the sake of writing, nothing else. It wasn’t supposed to be published but it did and it was one of the most tragic incident in that era even higher tragedy than the World war itself. This book is only suitable for girls between 11-14. This book was, entirely, the daily life and regular activity of Anne Frank. What she did or whom she talked or what did Nazis did and blah blah but one of the most boring and frustrated thing was; long conversations with herself. God, she really talked too much with herself. It was pathetic and well pathetic but not in a pitiable way. I really didn’t like nothing. Not even a single chapter or single day of her life or single word she used. Only God and I know how I finished this worth disparaging book.
Those who are currently reading or is deciding whether to read it or not all i can say is; May the Gods be in your Favor.