Let me start by saying I am new to this. This blog idea popped up out of a conversation about reading habits that quickly turned into a rant about my miseducation, or lack of education about my own identity. I am South Indian, born to second generation immigrants in South Africa, and a first generation... Continue Reading →

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The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy

This book was lyrical, it took two steps forward and one step back in every sentence and once I was in, I could not turn away. The only way to move was further into the story and into Kerala, India, into 1969 and much later, and back again. The heavy things, the caste system, the... Continue Reading →

Scotland Bookstores

I'm not sure if it's the age of the buildings, the friendliness of the people, or the clear view of nature you get from every direction, but Scotland has a magic to it. A quiet soulfulness hums between pub noise, street bagpipes and the old-as-hell buildings still standing. It sort of feels like walking through... Continue Reading →

The Last Friend by Tahar Ben Jelloun

I loved this, first of all. Tahar Ben Jelloun... Wow. I didn't realise how little I knew about Morocco until I read this book. My aunt visited and when she returned she had stories of streets taken up by friendly cats, bargain-full souks and warm hospitality. Here, in a small number of pages, I found... Continue Reading →

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