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What are you thankful for this year, reading-wise? New, favorite books? New gadget for reading? New comfy chair? Bonus time to read? Just the mere fact of BEING a reader? Having the internet to share ideas/recommendations/conversations about books?
I am thankful that my vision is getting back to normal. Soon I will be able as much as I can.
Mailbox Monday was created by Marcia at A Girl and Her Books. November Host is: Kathy @ BermudaOnion
I received Two books in my mailbox in the past three weeks, thanks to authors/publicists:
NUTCRACKER by E.T.A. Hoffmann, Illustrated by Maurice Sendak, and Translated by Ralph Manheim, reissued a few months following Sendak’s death and on the 50th anniversary of Where the Wild Things Are, is a lush and beautifully illustrated edition that serves as a wonderful tribute to his life at a time when his legions of fans worldwide are honoring his legacy and ballets are performing their own versions of this timeless classic. Called “a classic, new and complete” by the New York Times Book Review, Sendak’s NUTCRACKER (On Sale October 30, 2012) brings to life E.T.A. Hoffmann’s mysterious world with his extraordinary illustrations, and this stunning reissue will be published just in time for the holidays.
Bookie Gambler Fixer Spy
A shocking expose of the corruption and match-fixing running rife through the world of cricket.
Over several years Ed Hawkins made friends with India's bookmakers and the International Cricket Council anti-corruption officers who are trying to shut them down. He travelled to the country as he endeavoured to understand how the world's largest unregulated gambling market operates. Bookies, fixers and gamblers showed him the tricks of their trade. He lived and worked with a bookmaker for a spell and will now never watch a match in the same way again. With a story featuring politicians, governing bodies, illegal bookmakers and players - and corruption, intimidation, even murder - this is surely the most important cricket book ever written.
It’s Monday! What Are You Reading? is hosted by Sheila of Book Journey
I finished reading:
a few easy books.
As I wrote here before, I have Central serous retinopathy in my left eye....which is fluid leakage under the retina....that means I have blurred vision for now....and I am taking it slow.....
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Do you read the ending before you start a book? Do you ever skip ahead to read the ending?
As I read Crime Fiction most of the times, I cannot even dare to think of reading the ending. For other books I never ever read the end. I may skip a bit now and then....
My niece got married on Oct 28, 2012. I will posting pictures of that for the next few weeks..
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| I with my friend, her son and my mom |
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| My SILs singing for my niece |
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| Our family scattered all over |
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| My niece with my nephews a day before her wedding |
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| Bridal Couple |
Mailbox Monday was created by Marcia at A Girl and Her Books. She is the host of MM for the month of October.
I received ONE books in my mailbox, thanks to Hachette India:
1) Mailbox Monday was created by Marcia at A Girl and Her Books. She is the host of MM for the month of October.
I received ONE books in my mailbox:
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1) It Takes a Murder by Anu Kumar: When Gautam Dogra is found murdered in his study one afternoon in the small hill station of Brooks Town, the police dismiss it as a relatively simple case. But Charlotte Hyde knows well that a murder never happens in a day-it follows its own timeline. As Kerketta, Charlotte's old retainer, always said, a murder is written into your life at the very beginning. As Charlotte begins telling the story of Dogra's death, it soon becomes clear that his story can only be fully understood in the light of many other stories. Of her estranged daughter, Maddy, of the political climes in which they lived. Of lost hopes and lost loves, of small humiliations and disillusions and, above all, of the slow incitement to violence that the terror of loss brings into quiet lives.
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It’s Monday! What Are You Reading? is hosted by Sheila of Book Journey
I finished reading:
Nothing. As I wrote here before, I have Central serous retinopathy in my left eye....which is fluid leakage under the retina....that means I have blurred vision for now....
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Do you ever get crushes on fictional characters? Name one (or a few), and tell what you liked…
In my younger days, I had crushes on fictional characters, like Mr Rochester but not any more.....
I have picked up a few books now and then because of the covers. I have been disappointed at times. Surreal covers interest me or covers with human elements attract me. Plain covers too are good. There is no hard and fast rule....Many a times, the title and author is enough for me to pick a book irrespective of the cover.....
Covers do make a difference. I seldom pick out books with cartoon-ish or movie covers. I also stay away from explicit covers. I like those to be sober, and relevant to the content in the book. Clean cut covers attract me. Size too matters. I don't go in for bigger than usual books. I also know that covers can be deceptive. Sometimes they don't do justice to the book and put off prospective readers. Fonts too make a difference. Certain fonts put me off. And others call out to me to pick the book!
Diane at Bibliophile By the Sea hosts this weekly meme. The idea is that you post the opening paragraph (sometimes maybe a few ) of a book you decided to read based on the opening paragraph (s).
Robert Ludlum's The Ares Decision by Kyle Mills
The roar in Craig Rivera’s ears combined with the darkness to make everything he knew—everything real—disappear. He wondered if astronauts felt the same sense of emptiness, if they wondered like he did whether God was just at the edge of their vision.
He looked at a dial glowing faint green on his wrist. The letters were Cyrillic, but the numbers tracking his altitude and coordinates were the same as the government-issue unit he trained with.
Rivera tilted his body slightly, angling north as he fell through fifteen thousand feet. A hint of warmth and humidity began to thaw the skin around his oxygen mask, and below the blackness was now punctured by widely scattered, barely perceptible points of light.
Campfires.
When his GPS confirmed that he was directly over the drop zone, he rolled onto his back for a moment, staring up at a sky full of stars and searching futilely for the outline of the plane he’d jumped from.
They were alone. That, if anything, had been made perfectly clear.
