What am I doing here? I really have no idea… This whole career plan, life’s plan is sucking the living life out of me.
I want to scream and shout,
Cry and pout
Life seems like a goner,
Every time I turn a corner
Younger kids they already know
Not swinging to and fro
By far a mile I land
Scratches and bruises my head stuck in sand
Ok I can’t write more.

This is just plain ridiculous. A shower curtain with a picture of Robert Pattison’s face!
It is the first time I wish that I could really draw well. I would have tried to paint the guy, who is Edward Cullen, in my head and THEN people will know the difference.
Oh well, if they don’t I have Edward Cullen in my shower! J

Carlos Ruiz Zafon, the author of The Shadow of the Wind, has churned out another one which is quite similar to his previous one. Shrouded in Zafon’s signature mystery, the story weaves around the life of a writer, his unrequited love life, la femme de la vie, his protective mentor (and for good reason), Barcelona, magic and books. Let me tell you the Devil IS in the detail. Given all this, I still don’t think I have blurted out all the nuances contained within the book.
Maybe I expected more from the book, or maybe it was on similar lines of the prequel, I again found Zafon’s ending to completely fall flat against the great beginnings that he writes. My reviews on books are totally personal and I suggest the reader not take my word to judge it because I have had the best sellers, Pulitzer Prize winners cradled in my hands but unable not to finish them. However, I bought this book for the simple fact that I wanted reassurance that there are some authors’ books that I will never be able to keep down before finishing it, prolong sleepless nights to get to the last word in the last page and he did not betray my hope. I loved the book, I loved the angst a writer goes through. I loved the fact that I went out bought this book and obsessed about it.
I don’t remember this happening ever in my life. The odds were really stacked up against me. Me being in Bangalore, that is, until today! I was riding on my scooter to Alliance Francaise in VasanthNagar when this joy bringing event occurred. As the event began to unfurl I wanted it to go on… Continue… and break a record. More like, make one! May be I have clocked these sort of timings in Chennai or may be that was also wishful thinking.
First was the “green shoot” near the Tamil Church, the immediate next one near Vellara junction. The red as I was nearing it shifted to green and let me pass through. The signal right before the turn into Residency road, I am positive I jumped the signal there because I did not want to break the flow :) – of traffic that is :).
Four signals straight and I did not have to stop for neither the signal nor the traffic and this was at 1 PM in the afternoon when everyone suddenly pops out of their respective offices for lunch.
This is a first and due credit shall be given! :)

No no no!!! Jacob looks like a Hispanic not a boy in the Reservation!!!
and DONT get me started on Pattinson! Do you know HOW good Edward Cullen looks in my head???
uugghh!!! I did not feel this way about any Harry Potter characters or any other book!! But this one is like Torturous love...
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The small town of Forks in Washington State, in which Stephanie Meyers ignited the eternal passion between the Vampire Edward Cullen and petit belle Bella Swan, is now the new Roswell, New Mexico when the alleged UFOs crashed in 1947. Garnished with the Cullen House and topped off with a bunch of dishes named with characters from the book, this town has been vamped!
(LOVE the series, love the book cover [– Forbidden Fruit indeed] )