I guess this is a strange post for a person who is such an avid book-lover. However, this is the first time that I borrowed four books from the library, and I could not bring myself to complete even one of them! That in itself is such a remarkable event that it’s worth recording.
The four offending books are:
1. Freedom by Jonathan Franzen. This was a book I plunged straight into and I found it really engrossing in the beginning. A few hundred pages later, and I became weary of it. There was nothing uplifting about it, the characters were all rather dreary and just f***ing around with each other, and even that was so listless. I gave up half-way. There’s enough gloominess and ennui in the real world without having to be subject to it in a concentrated form through this book.
2. Letters from a Father to his Daughter by Jawaharlal Nehru: I tried very hard to be impressed by the fact that he was in prison when he wrote this, and his daughter was just ten years old, but honestly, it did nothing for me. I felt like I was reading Lil D’s school book.
3. Migraine by Oliver Sacks: I love anything related to the human brain, and enjoyed greatly his earlier book, The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat. This book, however, was a huge mistake because I did not open it before borrowing it. Horror of horrors, the print was so fine that I actually tried reading it with a magnifying glass, and then gave up. It was ironical — I could have ended up with a horrid migraine reading this book!
4. A book that will not be named. It was by an Indian author and I don’t want to take names, but this was just unreadable. I barely skimmed a couple of pages, then gave up and shut the book.
So, there it is. A day I never thought I would see. A sad day for me. :(