“always bear in mind that the person who speaks may be lying” ― Agatha Christie, The Murder of Roger Ackroyd I spent my early teenage years obsessing over Agatha Christie books. My father has a complete collection of her books and he always urged me to read them - and because I exhausted my comic books and children... Continue Reading →
“It's the basic condition of life to be required to violate our own identity.” This is my first PKD book and I didn't know that this was the book that inspired the movie Blade Runner. I haven't seen the movie (sorry) so I can't really compare the two. However, I saw it as an advantage... Continue Reading →
"She pictured him in nice clothes, his hair cut shorter, maybe his nose straightened, speaking a more careful English, interested in music and literature, learning about politics, psychology, philosophy; wanting to know more the more he knew, in this way growing in value to himself and others." The Assistant, Bernard Malamud I found Bernard Malamud... Continue Reading →
“Being in a minority, even in a minority of one, did not make you mad. There was truth and there was untruth, and if you clung to the truth even against the whole world, you were not mad.” ― George Orwell, 1984 When a book is so well-referred and famous, I tend to be a... Continue Reading →
On November 16, 1959, The New York Times published an account of murders, which began: Holcomb, Kan., Nov. 15 [1959] (UPI) — A wealthy wheat farmer, his wife and their two young children were found shot to death today in their home. They had been killed by shotgun blasts at close range after being bound and gagged...... Continue Reading →
Have you ever started a book hating the characters and then by the end of it, you ended up rooting and loving them? This is how I feel about Fitzgerald's 'Tender is the Night'. As I pledge to read more classics, Fitzgerald is one of the authors whose works I always want to read. The... Continue Reading →
I told Helen my stories and she went home and cried Reading this first line at a bookstore instantly made me rush to the cashier to pay. I wanted to sit and do nothing but found out what had happened to the narrator. Sophia is a twenty-one and naive artist living in England in the... Continue Reading →
