Book Talk! ( or maybe- Books that Talk! )

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Just another post...
unrelated- uninteresting, unlike the first one-- that was the one that talked about substance coming through- but it showed up only then, wonder if further it adorns in some post...

..but feels the writer will eventually improve with time, and so does the substantiality.
but the amazing thing- its the NINETEENTH one..!! ;)))

I tend to read a lot nowadays- gaining experiences of the people, places around the world- at times their pains that bring out the tears and somehow takes away my attention from the broken pieces that are floating inside me piercing into the unknown corners of my body, then at times the innocence and humility that rejoices the spirits that inspires and admirations that keeps alive the warmth in heart.


Finished reading- “never let me go” by Kazuo Ishiguro and started “Room” just a few moments later.

NLMG- story about the clones- the students who have no one- and being trained as donors and carer- of their body parts. Who can love like humans but cant have real relations, who eventually gives the life for someone- not more then three donations they survive- the friendships that flourish and the death that is the only truth and they don't feel awful about that, just a part of life, as they say 'being complete' as the donor ends- serving the humanity about which the taker don’t even know of.
I usually don’t like writing about the reviews, feels as if destroying the real beauty of the book, but it feels fine to just speak to someone (not just fine- but amazing if sharing with a book lover who's eventually going to explore the book i just finished)...but it’s just happening for now as no to listen my blabbering other then the screen..this not-so-personal-diary kind of thing...!!
I felt touched by the friendship- and how aptly the author described the feelings, situations and the conditions- not like that can anyone be nominated for the Booker Prize indeed...and made into a movie too..

At times deep into the nights when the tears talk to the cheeks and I bury into the melancholy- some stories like this that shines like stars and tells that this too shall pass..
and the characters you remember for ages- like old lost friend who touched your heart at some point in life...

How real the fiction mean to be..!!

“Room”- its Awesome- just about 7-8pages read as yet- and lov’in it!

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