Review: God Smites and Other Muslim Girl Problems by Ishara Deen

 

Title: God Smites and Other Muslim Girl Problems

Author: Ishara Deen

Publisher: Deeya Publishing Inc.

Publication Date:  15 January, 2017

ISBN: 9780995833609

Setting: Canada

Synopsis: 

LIKE NANCY DREW, BUT NOT…

Craving a taste of teenage life, Asiya Haque defies her parents to go for a walk (really, it was just a walk!) in the woods with Michael, her kind-of-friend/crush/the guy with the sweetest smile she’s ever seen. Her tiny transgression goes completely off track when they stumble on a dead body. Michael covers for Asiya, then goes missing himself.

Despite what the police say, Asiya is almost sure Michael is innocent. But how will she, the sheltered girl with the strictest parents ever, prove anything? With Michael gone, a rabid police officer in desperate need of some sensitivity training, and the murderer out there, how much will Asiya risk to do what she believes is right?

 

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Review

A Brown girl on a cover? Raises eyebrows ~

Wait, the MC is muslim? Say what?!

A mystery novel too?  This is too good!

A Nancy Drew but not quite…? Need. right. now!

Yep, I was very excited to read this book and certainly didn’t need twice telling to know that it showed SO much promise. I had heard so many good things about it and was delighted to find that the book delivered, plentifully!

 

Asiya Haque, Bengali living in Canada, is your everyday highschooler who is busy making sure she is getting good grades,  working hard at her job, constantly being overshadowed by her seemingly picture perfect sister and most importantly staying out of trouble so as not to alert the Mutaweenies. To add to her already busy life is her growing crush on Michael, the hot new guy.  Well if that isn’t a recipe enough for trouble, let’s add that Michael might have some, secrets… One day she makes a fateful walk down the forest where she finds herself alone with Michael which set to motion a roller coaster of events that find her doing all sorts of interesting things. All bad, according to her mother. Overall, I found Asiya to be an instantly likeable character. She isn’t annoying and whiny. Instead she’s intelligent, smart and considerate. She also tries hard to make the best out of her sticky situations and takes responsibility for her duties.

Now Michael… I vowed to myself not to let another Michael wreck my fictional crushes list but I failed miserably (cue Thermopolis diary flashbacks~~). Though his character isn’t as well developed as Asiya’s and his actions quite questionable, I was moved by his actions towards her and am excited to know more about him in future sequels. Most of all I’m itching to tell him he’s a goondha’s son. Dammit, the ending. I was pulling my hair screaming.  Please don’t make the wait too long Ms. Deen!

Secrets are intriguing and all but then there’s Asiya’s parents. From the get go we are introduced to them as the kind who have a hands on approach to parenting, so much so that they keep an eye on their kids every movement. We see conservative family values in play, tight bonds between parent and child, and an almost all seeing hold on activities of the children within the household and in the community.  The comparison of the mother/child bond to a melon and bagel had me laughing for a good few minutes, but the message of being thankful and having complete obedience to parents was definitely gotten across to both Asiya and the readers. Well, I hope so.

This was my first Muslim MC YA book I’ve read and if I thought I understood the importance of having #ownvoices in print, now I appreciate it much more. The first person narrative was an excellent choice as this allows us to be inside Asiya’s head, reading her thoughts and ideas, hence giving us a more indepth understanding on things going on around her.  It also helps present muslim youth in a more normal and everyday image, showing that they feel the same things anyone else does thanks to the inner and outer commentary that ensues. I found interesting how effortlessly Islamic values, Quránic verses and stories from the life of the Prophet were interwoven into the characters thoughts and conversations and the narrative as a whole.

While religion plays a big part of the story and her life, so does culture and her environment. We are made aware of the trials muslim youth go through to try and find a compromised path between having to keep up and fit into two important circles of their life. I loved how easily the use of bengali words and customs were added into conversations and in Asiya’s inner monologue. I was giggling in delight at how Asiya and her friend work out having to deal with each others families, caz girl, same~~~

The mystery of the story does NOT take a back seat. The story was fast paced with every page leading on to new clues that moved the plot along. I found the supporting characters to be a bit lacking, nevertheless they played their part. The romance adds spice to the story with Asiya finding herself alone with Michael more and more, while I spent those moments internally screaming “look out for the Mutaweenies!!

As to the author, I hope the Mutaweenies aren’t after you too because in the end what you write especially as WoC and a Muslim will not please everyone. What’s important to remember is the importance of representation and #ownvoices narrative for readers in all genres of literature. As a muslim there isn’t many YA books out there that speak to me personally, so this book is an important one of many that are now entering print so we are eternally thankful for them. I was especially moved by the dedication for this book:  “For all the girls who were never told someone like them could, not even in books.”

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Note: I was sent a copy of the book from the author in exchange for an honest review! Thank you so much! I loved the book, and I will definitely be recommending it.

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If you haven’t picked up God Smites and Other Muslim Girl Problems I suggest you do. Not only will you get an insight into the daily trials we girls go through,and how we try to escape the God smites (trust me, not often though!!), you have a mystery in your hands. Is Michael innocent? Will the police listen to Asiya? And most importantly, will they get together??

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If you have read this book, let me know what you loved most about it? What are your thoughts on Asiya’s inner monologue? Who do you think is the real culprit?

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Till next time..

 

 

 

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Review: Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress by Dai Sijie

 

Title: Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress

Published: October 29th 2002 by Anchor

Original Title: Balzac et la Petite Tailleuse chinoise (first published 2000)

ISBN: 0385722206

Setting: China

 

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Synopsis

In this enchanting tale about the magic of reading and the wonder of romantic awakening, two hapless city boys are exiled to a remote mountain village for reeducation during China’s infamous Cultural Revolution. There they meet the daughter of the local tailor and discover a hidden stash of Western classics in Chinese translation. As they flirt with the seamstress and secretly devour these banned works, they find transit from their grim surroundings to worlds they never imagined. – Goodreads

 

 

Review

I found this book while browsing around at a Costco when I was in America last year, and have finally gotten around to reviewing it. I picked it up because the cover beckoned to me from afar and was delighted to find that the blurb was also pretty intriguing. As I hadn’t read any books based in China I thought this might as well be a sign for me to start.

The story is set in the re-education era that took place under the Maoist regime in China. I recalled the Maoist regime and small parts of the re-education from history class in school but as this was ages ago, this book in a way served as my own re-education of the Chinese history due to the abundance of detail put into explaining how it worked and what its effects on the common people were. Sijie himself was re-educated and later moved to France where he wrote this book.

The story felt like a fleeting glimpse into this era, a microcosm of the change taking place nationwide. I love how poetic the story feels, and how beautifully the scenes are painted for our imagination. It gives off a magical feel to the actions of the characters, with the petite little seamstress spinning/ knitting away while the antics the boys get up to keep us entertained and on edge throughout the book.

Something that I loved about this story is the ode it gave to authors and stories from the West. Balzac clearly plays a vital role in the story as we see the characters being spellbound by his works. Interestingly the West now took the place of magic and awe, just like the East was the subject of “the Other/ The Orient ” in western literature. In addition, this book is also a translation from French to English.

I related much with the three young characters love for books, and was excited by their quest to unwind the tales and adventures that these books contained. These were outlets to another world that the government was trying to deprive them of, but they kept them hidden and read in them secrecy. Books for them were a sacred commodity that they smuggled for their own pleasure.  Just imagine someone taking away all the books you owned and BURNING them!! Yes burning.  The horror. Which is exactly why this book will be endearing to those of us who hold books near and dear to our hearts~~

Emotions are also high and volatile. Flirtation is abound, and the pangs of unrequited young love made me smile. Though the story builds up beautifully I felt like I was left hanging after all the trouble they had gone through. In a way though, the end is fittingly bittersweet and very far thinking on the part of the Little Seamstress.

 

 

 

If you have read this book please let me know how you liked it? If not, please do give it a try. I’d love to know of any similar recommendations as well!

 

 

I’m BACK! ^_^

I’m BACK! ^_^ (but if you haven’t noticed, Hi! how are you doing?)

 

Long time no see! I have missed reading, reviewing and blog hopping but mostly I’ve missed talking to you guys!

First things first.

Let me borrow my mom’s cobweb duster/broom to air this place out a bit. XD

 

I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I’ve been off the blogging grid for… wait for it…. nearly… four. months. YES! FOUR! You can go ahead and unfollow/ unsubscribe from me now. T_T

Every day that passed by was a stab at my blogger heart, but in all seriousness I really needed the time out to concentrate with finishing off Uni and the darn exams *insert image of a flailing Zena among her towers of books to be read and more towering towers of anxiety*!!

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I guess I haven’t quite mastered the art of working on creativity amidst times of stress because even when it came to posts other than just reviews I was just frozen. Perhaps it was because I lived in a perpetual state of stress. EUAAH!! Also I really didn’t have the time to read books that I wanted as I had a ton of school reading and secondary reading to get through (I left them all for the last minute you guys, in true Zena fashion!! Take note.  Don’t do that. )

Now that I’m done done done with that phase of my life, I cannot wait to get back on the reviewing lane again.  Also I’d like it very much if you guys can tell me how you deal with creative blocks and brainstorming ??

 

Be back soon…

 

A compilation of Sri Lankan literature

Hello everyone!

How have you all been? Its February 2017 guys! Where have the days gone eh? And I’m back with yet another listicle, this time with a special reason too. Today, the 4th of February is the day my country Sri Lanka formerly known as Ceylon, gained its independence from the British after centuries of colonialism back in the year 1948.

As the title clearly states, I decided to create a list of some of the best, spell binding and intriguing Lankan literature written in English. Of course there are so many more wonderful masterpieces in both Sinhala and Tamil (which are both official languages of the country) but translations of them are also widely available. I tried my best to chose from a wide range of genres including translations 🙂

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Over the years I have grown some partiality towards Lankan literature and its amazing authors who never fail to enchant me with their tales. Perhaps the familiarity to the places and culture make the stories even more endearing.

I hope you guys can find at least one book to your suiting from the following. I’ll link in the reviews I’ve done for a few of em. All summaries were taken from Goodreads.  Enjoy 🙂

 

1. Island of a Thousand Mirrors by Nayomi Munaweera

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Island of a Thousand Mirrors follows the fate of two families, one Tamil, one Sinhala as they straddle opposite sides of the long and brutal Sri Lankan civil war. Narrated by the eldest daughter of each family, the story explores how each woman negotiates war, migration, love, exile, and belonging. At its root, it s a story of a fragmented nation struggling to find its way to a new beginning.

 

2. The Road From Elephant Pass by Nihal de Silva

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The Road From Elephant Pass won the 2003 Gratiaen Prize for creative writing in English “for its moving story, for its constant feel of real life, for its consistency of narrative momentum, for its descriptive power, for its dramatic use of dialogue to define social context, capture character psychology, and trace the development of a relationship, for its convincing demonstration that resolution of conflict and reconciliation of differences are feasible through mutual experience and regard, and last though not least, for its eminently civilized handling of the last degree of intimacy between a man and a woman.”

 

 

 

3. All Is Burning by Jean Arasanayagam

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This collection contains nineteen stories of rare power from the heart of war-ravaged Sri Lanka. In these stories Jean Arasanayagam brings us voices that are not normally heard: those of anonymous men and women searching for order and reason in the midst of a ruthless civil war: a young Sinhala man turns his back on an aimless upper-class existence and joins a group of Tamil refugees smuggling themselves into Germany; a woman goes out alone to a scene of carnage to try to find her daughter’s lover among the dead; a maid returns from the rich desert city of Doha to the green half-jungle of her village in northern Sri Lanka and rediscovers hapiness despite the uncertain future.

 

4. The Waiting Earth by Punyakante Wijenaike

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This is a novel about the hardships of the villagers in the Dry Zone of Sri Lanka. This also exposes about an improper love story of a schoolgirl and her teacher.

 

5. The Hungry Ghosts by Shyam Selvadurai

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In Buddhist myth, the dead may be reborn as “hungry ghosts”—spirits with stomach so large they can never be full—if they have desired too much during their lives. It is the duty of the living relatives to free those doomed to this fate by doing kind deeds and creating good karma. In Shyam Selvadurai’s sweeping new novel, his first in more than a decade, he creates an unforgettable ghost, a powerful Sri Lankan matriarch whose wily ways, insatiable longing for land, houses, money and control, and tragic blindness to the human needs of those around her parallels the volatile political situation of her war-torn country.

The novel centres around Shivan Rassiah, the beloved grandson, who is of mixed Tamil and Sinhalese lineage, and who also—to his grandmother’s dismay—grows from beautiful boy to striking gay man. As the novel opens in the present day, Shivan, now living in Canada, is preparing to travel back to Colombo, Sri Lanka, to rescue his elderly and ailing grandmother, to remove her from the home—now fallen into disrepair—that is her pride, and bring her to Toronto to live our her final days. But throughout the night and into the early morning hours of his departure, Shivan grapples with his own insatiable hunger and is haunted by unrelenting ghosts of his own creation.

The Hungry Ghosts is a beautifully written, dazzling story of family, wealth and the long reach of the past. It shows how racial, political and sexual differences can tear apart both a country and the human heart—not just once, but many times, until the ghosts are fed and freed

 

 

6. Saree by Su Dharmapala

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Nila wasn’t born beautiful and is destined to go through life unnoticed… until she becomes a saree maker. As she works, Nila weaves into the silk a pattern of love, hope and devotion, which will prove to be invaluable to more lives than her own.

From the lush beauty of Sri Lanka, ravaged by bloody civil war, to India and its eventual resting place in Australia, this is the story of a precious saree and the lives it changes forever. Nila must find peace, Mahinda yearns for his true calling, Pilar is haunted by a terrible choice, Sarojini doubts her ability to love, Madhav is a holy fraud and Marion’s understanding of the very meaning of love is challenged and transformed. Each teeters between joy and pain, and each is touched by the power and beauty of the saree.

A breathtaking story of beauty, oppression and freedom… and of an enduring love that can never be broken.

My review of it here  🙂

 

7. Madol Doova by Martin Wickramasinghe, Ashley Halpe (Translator)

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Martin Wikramasinghe’s Madol Doova has been read, re-read and loved by generations of Sri Lankans in it’s original Sinhala as well as in other translations. During the half-century since it was published in 1947, over a million copies have been printed

My review here 🙂

 

 

 

8. The Hamilton Case by Michelle de Kretser

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A flamboyant beauty who once partied with the Prince of Wales and who now, in her seventh decade, has “gone native” in a Ceylonese jungle. A proud, Oxford-educated lawyer who unwittingly seals his own professional fate when he dares to solve the sensational Hamilton murder case that has rocked the upper echelons of local society. A young woman who retreats from her family and the world after her infant brother is found suffocated in his crib. These are among the linked lives compellingly portrayed in a novel everywhere hailed for its dazzling grace and savage wit.

A spellbinding tale of family and duty, of legacy and identity, a novel that brilliantly probes the ultimate mystery of what makes us who we are

 

9. Love Marriage by V.V. Ganeshananthan

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In this globe-scattered Sri Lankan family, we speak of only two kinds of marriage. The first is the Arranged Marriage. The second is the Love Marriage. In reality, there is a whole spectrum in between, but most of us spend years running away from the first toward the second. [p. 3]

The daughter of Sri Lankan immigrants who left their collapsing country and married in America, Yalini finds herself caught between the traditions of her ancestors and the lure of her own modern world. But when she is summoned to Toronto to help care for her dying uncle, Kumaran, a former member of the militant Tamil Tigers, Yalini is forced to see that violence is not a relic of the Sri Lankan past, but very much a part of her Western present.

While Kumaran’s loved ones gather around him to say goodbye, Yalini traces her family’s roots–and the conflicts facing them as ethnic Tamils–through a series of marriages. Now, as Kumaran’s death and his daughter’s politically motivated nuptials edge closer, Yalini must decide where she stands.

Lyrical and innovative, V. V. Ganeshananthan’s novel brilliantly unfolds how generations of struggle both form and fractures families.

 

10. The Sweet and Simple Kind by Yasmine Gooneratne

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The Sweet and Simple Kind is an engrossing and dramatic family saga set against the backdrop of Ceylon’s turbulent evolution into Sri Lanka.

Resonant in its social insights and beautifully written, The Sweet and Simple Kind offers a richly imagined world of love, political chicanery and family turmoil in the newly independent Sri Lanka of the 1950s and 60s. As an intensely political family attempts to balance language with religion, and privilege with equity, two smart, westernised young women — cousins Tsunami and Latha — pursue their own personal freedoms. The Sweet and Simple Kind enchants us with its combination of authenticity, humour and passion.

 

 

11. Bone China by Roma Tearne

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An epic novel of love, loss and a family uprooted, set in the contrasting landscapes of war-torn Sri Lanka and immigrant London. Grace de Silva, wife of the shiftless but charming Aloysius, has five children and a crumbling marriage. Her eldest son, Jacob, wants desperately to go to England. Thornton, the most beautiful of all the children and his mother’s favourite, dreams of becoming a poet. Alicia wants to be a concert pianist. Only Frieda has no ambition, other than to remain close to her family. But civil unrest is stirring in Sri Lanka and Christopher, the youngest and the rebel of the family, is soon caught up in the tragedy that follows. As the decade unfolds against a backdrop of increasing ethnic violence, Grace watches helplessly as the life she knows begins to crumble.

Slowly, this once happy family is torn apart as four of her children each make the decision to leave their home. In London, the de Silvas are all caught in a clash between East and West …

 

12. Chinaman: The Legend of Pradeep Mathew by Shehan Karunatilaka

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Some remember his impressive career stats … others recall his on-field arrogance. Some say he fixed matches . . . others say he was dropped for being Tamil! Who exactly was Pradeep Mathew? And what became of him?

WG Karunasena, a man who spent 64 years drinking arrack and watching cricket decides to find out …If you have never seen a cricket match; or if you have and it has made you snore …If you can’t understand why anyone would watch, let alone obsess over this dull game …… then this IS the book for you

 

13. Reef by Romesh Gunesekera

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Reef is the elegant and moving story of Triton, a talented young chef so committed to pleasing his master’s palate that he is oblivious to the political unrest threatening his Sri Lankan paradise. It is a personal story that parallels the larger movement of a country from a hopeful, young democracy to troubled island society. It is also a mature, poetic novel which the British press has compared to the works of James Joyce, Graham Greene, V.S. Naipaul, and Anton Chekhov.

Reef explores the entwined lives of Mr. Salgado, an aristocratic marine biologist and student of sea movements and the disappearing reef, and his houseboy, Triton, who learns to polish silver until it shines like molten sun; to mix a love cake with ten eggs, creamed butter, and fresh cadju nuts; to marinade tiger prawns; and to steam parrot fish. Through these characters and the forty years of political disintegration their country endures, Gunesekera tells the tragic, sometimes comic, story of a lost paradise and a young man coming to terms with his destiny.

 

14. It’s not in the Stars by Rizvina Morseth de Alwis

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When Sam and Pradeep hear of Minu’s death in a car crash, they struggle to understand the truth behind her death. But soon, they find themselves on a journey of their own, discovering the truth about themselves and their relationship.

Set against the backdrop of the civil conflict and political upheavals of the ’80s and ’90s in Sri Lanka, It’s not in the Stars… is about friendship, love and family ties. Minu finds herself caught between her family’s pressures to marry within her community and her desire to become independent and control her own destiny. Sam, who is more confident, feisty and unafraid to break the rules, comes into her own, but not before she experiences, love, heartache and betrayal. Pradeep, who struggles with a renewed consciousness of his identity as a Tamil is the glue that sticks them together, the thread that intertwines their lives inextricably.

What does destiny have in store for them? Can they control it and shape their own lives?

 

15. Wave by Sonali Deraniyagala

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On the morning of December 26, 2004, on the southern coast of Sri Lanka, Sonali Deraniyagala lost her parents, her husband, and her two young sons in the tsunami she miraculously survived. In this brave and searingly frank memoir, she describes those first horrifying moments and her long journey since.

She has written an engrossing, unsentimental, beautifully poised account: as she struggles through the first months following the tragedy, furiously clenched against a reality that she cannot face and cannot deny; and then, over the ensuing years, as she emerges reluctantly, slowly allowing her memory to take her back through the rich and joyous life she’s mourning, from her family’s home in London, to the birth of her children, to the year she met her English husband at Cambridge, to her childhood in Colombo; all the while learning the difficult balance between the almost unbearable reminders of her loss and the need to keep her family, somehow, still alive within her.

 

16. Love in the Tsunami by Ashok Ferrey

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Love in the Tsunami brings together a selection of Ashok Ferreys short fiction with four brand new stories. Enormously wide- ranging and endlessly inventive, Ashoks pen is rib- ticklingly funny and, occasionally, scathingly acerbic. He accurately portrays Sri Lanka in all its diversity.

The title story, set against the Boxing Day tsunami of 2004 describes Veena Patels all- too- brief encounter with forbidden love. ‘But Did I Tell You I Can’t Dance?’is a hilarious fable about old age, its occasional humiliations and its many heartwarming victories. And in ‘Maleeshya’Ashok himself makes a cameo appearance as a dead author who has embarrassingly come back to life.

 

17. The Fountains of Paradise by Arthur C. Clarke

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In the 22nd century visionary scientist Vannevar Morgan conceives the most grandiose engineering project of all time, and one which will revolutionize the future of humankind of space: a Space Elevator, 36,000 kilometres high, anchored to an equatorial island in the Indian Ocean.

 

 

 

 

18. Anusha of Prospect Corner by A. M. Blair  (Author), Maram Ken (Author), Samira Ken (Author)

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For Anusha Smyth, four-leaf clovers pop out of the grass like 3D optical illusions, practically begging her to pick them. She hopes they’ll bring her luck. She has big plans for 7th grade, but first she needs to convince her mom to move back to the United States.

Unfortunately, a nosy neighbor keeps getting in the way. With Mrs. Lowry on the prowl — and she isn’t the only obstacle — Anusha’s going to need more than luck to make her dreams come true

This book is a special one as it was penned by a fellow Lankan blogger living abroad along with her two young daughters. For more on this project pls visit her blog

 

 

I hope you can find a book to your liking among these wonderful titles listed above. I tried to cover as many genres as were available and as many sides to the Lankan culture as possible. In my hunt for literary gems I realized that most literature is based on either the Civil War that took place here a few decades ago which tore the country to pieces or on the recent extremely devastating tsumani that shook the nation back in 2004. I was rather disappointed to find that a solid Lankan Muslim perspective is lacking and hope this will change in the future.

If you have read any of the above or if there’s any other good recs I might have missed pls do let me know 🙂

I also have a happy piece of news!! If any of you want to get your hands on three of these books my friends over at So We Read This Book blog are conducting a giveaway for some of the books mentioned here. You should go sign up if you are interested.

I’m linking the blogs of our current family of known Sri Lankan book bloggers down below. Please do give their blog a look around and show them some love.  They are simply the best (waaaaay better than me) and the awesomest group of people you’ll ever meet! I promise \^_^/ !

 

Gabrielle, Shehani and Safira @ So We Read This Book

Dashie @ The Swashbuckler

Nuzaifa @ Word Contessa

Mishma and Jillian@ Chasing Faerytales

Ruzaika and Veronica @ The Regal Critiques

Ranu @ The Araliya Bookshelf

Lady Disdain @ Lady Disdain Notes

Amal @ Misfortune of Knowing 

Sinead @ Huntress of Diverse Books

 

I also recommend making a round trip to Sri Lanka if opportunity permits ^_^

Do take care everyone!! Happy reading!

 

 

 

T5w | 2017 Goals? Lemme see….

I haven’t done a T5W in ages, and the week I finally decide to do one, I have a topic I was trying my best to avoid this year. *sighs* I’ll take it as a sign of fate, stop procrastinating and just do it already! Jk jk! Its high time to take a deep breath and collect my thoughts before plunging into yet another eventful year.  hthdrhddrd.png

2017 GOALS! I see so many people bunking the idea, while a few bravely set out venturable tasks for themselves. For those of you who decided to do the T5W like me, lets get through this together 🙂

In all honesty I’m having trouble getting used to the new year haha. Wah! where did 2016 go, huh? I think the general trend around the world is that 2016 was an enlightening year for everyone. We saw it all, the good, bad and ugly. Possibly in that order too. *more sighing* It was no different for me too in my nook of the world. The beginning of 2016 was pretty good. In the bookish world, I cannot be delighted enough to have discovered the book bloggers nook on WordPress. From there I went on to socialize on Twitter where I made a ton of new friends and learnt so so much! Also successfully  managed to survive year two of Uni. One more to go! *claps with all the energy I can muster* rmbrs that I have assignments to write after this hurried post. smh! and i thought it all ended with school. 

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A predominant feature of my 2016 was an ever extrapolating movement towards the deep end of Kdramas and Kpop  and trust me being that deep in is tiring AF. I loved every minute of it, and the more you discovered the more you wanted to know lol. I found my k counterparts Namjin (fangirl in me had to smirk) and shed blood sweat and tears with my bias groups (more smirking). I’m not complaining but it drains you a lot, kinda like the iPhone batteries. I was also delighted to come across an anime that I hadn’t loved this much in a long time in the form of Yuri!! on ice!   (ps. u really do need Yuri in your life >.>) Let me know if you want recs  🙂 psst again! you really do!

 

If 2016 was an enlightening year, I want to make this year the year I use the knowledge I have acquired. Actually put it to use, and regularly. I’m a sucker when it comes to sticking to a cycle, so this is a challenge in itself. Its also really frightening that I’m suddenly getting old. Its the mid twenties YIKES!! where did the years go??! Kyaaa~~ Hajima time! I’m still young at heart!

 

5. Learn driving. Even if I don’t get the license, I want to be confident enough to drive to the nearest grocery and back (it’s just around the corner smh) the end of the world seems hella near (mhm, incorrect choice of words) and I don’t wanna rule out a choice of survival where driving is the best option. *Ok now how do I persuade dad that I won’t hurt anyone just by pressing the ignition button*

 

4. Stop procrastinating!

Uhuh! I’m one of them. I really have to stop putting off assignments and posts until the last minute! Think ahead, plan ahead! ASDFGHJKL! Is it the dreamer in me that makes me wander off in to the different thoughts floating around in my head? Be it assignments, reviews that are due or even just my laundry, haha the older I grow the worse the condition is becoming. Cant anyone relate?? (pls say yes >.>)

 

3. Read rather than watch.

I call myself a reader, and the choice between reading and watching should be a no brainer, but I think I have gotten off the reading track for some time now. I’d like to get back on hence I’m not setting a book reading goal this year either but I intend to consciously choose to read more. (Soz. I’m just dealing with stuff in my head, hence the MIA from the blog too) Anyone else have this problem? I’d like to know. My bestie can switch between both so effortlessly, while I’m a lost cause. Only one works at a time for me.

 

2. Work on short stories

A good portion of my childhood was spent reading, the other bit was spent writing. Of late I feel that I let that slide using exams and just life as an excuse, so I’d like to bring that back.May be I should go out more to get that inspirometer ticking.

 

1. Give my blog and my followers more of my time.

I know, I know, very cliché and it’s barely a goal, but I think tis something I take for granted. This blog is the culmination of my thoughts and your response to it. I can only grow it if I am constant and frequent in posting and tending to it. I am forever thankful to those of you who follow me, and have taken the time to talk to me, I enjoy our conversations but of late I haven’t been doing that much and it eats at me everyday. Saying sorry wouldn’t suffice I know so I will get on it immediately.

 

Its already 4 days past the year yikes!  I wish you all the best of health, happiness, self love and all the delights that come with reading and blogging in the upcoming year and may you have the strength to pull yourselves together at any hurdles along the way! Keep motivated, keep inspired!

And, if you have watched Yuri on ice, TALK TO ME!!! I’m still in frantic fangirl phase. kekekeke!

 

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Hold by Rachel Leigh Davidson: Virtual Book Tour & Giveaway!

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Hi everyone!

I’m back with a exciting news! Not long ago I stumbled across Hold, which was in its final stages of publication, and expressed a desire to read the book, I was contacted by non other than its author, the lovely Rachel Davidson Leigh, and she was glad to have me on her book tour! The best news of all is how hyped I am for the book and for all of you to read it.

 

Hi! Thank you so much for having me on your blog! I’m Rachel, and my hobbies include overanalyzing television shows and pairing readers with their perfect books. My debut novel, Hold, is a story about grief, identity, and transformation. After his sister’s death, Lucas Aday can hardly drag himself back to school. He couldn’t possibly prepare himself to stop time or to fall for the only other boy who doesn’t stop moving.

 

Summary

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Luke Aday knew that his sister’s death was imminent—she had been under hospice care for months—but that didn’t make her death any easier on him or their family. He returns to school three days after the funeral to a changed world; his best friends welcome him back with open arms, but it isn’t the same. When a charismatic new student, Eddie Sankawulo, tries to welcome Luke to his own school, something life-changing happens: In a moment of frustration, Luke runs into an empty classroom, hurls his backpack against the wall—and the backpack never lands. Luke Aday has just discovered that he can stop time.

Rachel was happy to answer some questions and I love her answers 🙂

During a time when there is a growing acceptance of LGBTQ, your book stands as a clear supporter of it. How important is it to you to show support towards the LGBTQ community?

 It’s hugely important for me personally, for the LGBTQ community, and the characters themselves. I’m bi, and I’ve always been surrounded (and supported) by an incredible cadre of queer friends. Even before I could define where I belonged, I knew that  I felt at home around people who either identified as queer or who made LGBTQ rights a priority in their lives. Hold includes characters who explicitly identify as gay, bi, queer, and asexual, in part because these characters were always inspired by the incredible people who’ve gotten me through the toughest moments in my life.



 

How important is it for your character to identify themselves and to let others know of their orientation?

 It’s important for all of the characters to be able to own their relationships to sexuality and gender, but it’s especially vital for characters who are bi, ace, and queer, because readers have so few opportunities to see these aspects of themselves on the page. If we factor out all the stories where queer characters meet some kind of tragic end, the picture looks even worse. I get to be surrounded by adults and young adults who are proud to be part of the LGBTQ community, but not everyone is that lucky. A lot of teens only get to see that world in fanfic or original fiction, and they deserve to see characters like them going on adventures, fighting monsters, and falling in love, while wearing their identities with pride.  (me ugly crying @ this answer! TT)

 

If you can recall, what do you suppose prompted you to start writing this book?

There are actually two answers to that question. If you think of inspiration as the moment when the story came to life, it began with an image. That how most of my projects start. I see a scene that won’t let me go, and then I go try to figure out what’s going on. In this case, I saw the moment when Luke first stops time. It’s his first day back at school and he’s been turned emotionally inside out by everything that’s changed while he was gone, so he ducks into a classroom, throws his backpack against a wall, and the backpack never lands. I first saw that moment, when Luke’s bag hangs in the air above his head, and he runs his hand underneath it as if looking for invisible strings.

The fantasy aspect of the story seems very interesting and I am very excited for this mix of genre. Why did you decide to have this take on your story?

I’m so glad to hear that! This story ended up as magical realism, in part, because that’s the kind of “realism” that always made the most sense in my brain. All of my favorite genres— musicals, Superhero comics, certain flavors of scifi and fantasy— take the epic emotion that underlies so many of our experiences and make it literal. This dates me, but consider how many viewers once considered Buffy the Vampire Slayer one of the most “realistic” representation of high school on television, because sometimes it takes the impossible to represent how reality feels. We could say the same thing about the artistry of The Get Down, the powers in Luke Cage, or the music in Hamilton. People don’t burst into song in real life, but the emotion rings true.

Similarly, grief can make a person feel as though the world is moving too fast, so, for Luke, time comes to a stop.   (more ugly crying TT)

 

Readers at some point become curious as to how much a writer puts themselves in their works, and it goes without saying that writers do use personal stories in their works. In saying this, do we see much of you in Hold?

And this is the second answer to that question about inspiration. I also lost a sibling, under similar circumstances, when I was about the same age as Luke. There are moments in Luke’s life that are drawn almost verbatim from my own experience, and yet it reads nothing like a memoir. Luke walks through some of the same places I remember, but he transforms them into something entirely new. I know some of the emotions he deals with and a lot of the reactions he comes to expect from those around him, but we rarely react the same way. Where I would have gone right, he goes left, and this time I get to follow in his wake. 

 

Theatre, literature and the arts play an important role in Hold. Who is your favourite author and genre to read?

It really is! All of the main characters in Hold are theater kids of one kind or another and much of the action takes place either in or around theater rehearsals. The story is also filled with references to theater, comics, and geeky fiction, including The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao and Ms. Marvel. As you might expect, this answer is so hard to answer! I can’t say my favorites, but I’ve recently loved titles by Yvonne Fly Onakeme Etaghene, Robin Talley, Jaye Robin Brown, and Jason Reynolds. I’m also excited for new books coming from Becky Albertalli, JC Lillis, and FT Lukens.

 

Last up, which character do you give a little more love to and why?

I love them all, but I do give a little extra love to Luke’s best friend, Marcos. I love his mind. It moves at these fantastic right angles and it took all I had just to keep up. He’s also the character who was most likely to mess with my careful planning. Every time he appeared in a scene, he added something that I didn’t expect and I just had to follow his lead.

 

 

Here’s the list of stops she’ll be making on her tour.

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HOLD ~ EXCERPTS

Something had made the whole world stop around him, like his own bubble in time, but it was gone. He couldn’t crawl back inside.

* * *

He broke into a weak smile with the shine again in his eyes. “You came to the game. It was a crappy game, but you were there.”

Luke inched in the door and sat on top of the desk closest to the door. The two desks between them might as well have been two miles. “Of course I came.” He didn’t say, “I came because you asked,” or “I had to go because you wanted me there,” because that didn’t make any sense at all. “I didn’t really know what I was watching, but I tried. Dee gave me a crash course in lacrosse.”

“Next time, I’ll come over and give you a tutorial,” Eddie said with a shaky grin. “You see, there’s this ball, and the whole team is trying to make sure it goes into the other team’s net.”

“Shut up” Luke rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help smiling back. Next time. He said, next time. What happened to Wes? “I’m sorry, but I can’t take lacrosse lessons from a man who looks like he’s going to the opera.”

Eddie eyed his black-on-black. “I look like I’m going to an audition,” he finally said. “I don’t know. Today, I wanted to look good.”

You do, Luke thought. You are.

He opened his mouth, but the words stuck in his throat. He felt the influence of their room, just like all the rehearsals before this one. Even when he couldn’t find a good direction to save his life, he eventually sank into their place, their stage and Eddie’s smile, as if he could stay here forever. As long as Eddie kept looking at him as if he were the smartest, funniest, most talented boy he’d ever known, part of him was sure the outside world would hold its breath and wait. Outside, there were secrets and questions and too many hospital beds, but in here—Luke’s stomach clenched. It would be glowing and perfect for a while, but then he had to go.

* * *

If he were a better person, he would have made Eddie stop. If he were in a movie, Luke would have said “stop” really quietly, and Eddie would have listened, because that’s how movies worked. Luke scowled. Real life needs better editing. He scooted off the desk, stuffed his sketchpad into his backpack and walked into Eddie standing perfectly static outside the doorway.

He wasn’t the only one. He’d dotted the hallway with statues in a picture so silent he could hear his shoes clip against the floor.

Luke hadn’t just stopped Eddie. He’d stopped everything and he hadn’t felt himself try. When Eddie had walked out the door, Luke had wanted him to stop and listen, but his demented mind had only managed one thing. He slid out into the hall with his back flat against the wall and his bag clenched against his stomach.

It had been less than a minute since Eddie picked up his bag. Luke couldn’t have counted to one thousand in his head, and Eddie had already turned into someone new. The sad boy from their stage had disappeared. He had his back to the door and one hand in the air, as he turned toward a cluster of students in track pants and T-shirts. The whole group stood across the hallway with their mouths open and smiling, and, in the middle, a pretty girl stood on her tiptoes to wave back. Luke stepped closer to see her face. She glowed as if she made energy in her fingertips. Her skin was darker than Eddie’s, and she had her hair piled into a ponytail that spilled from the back of her head in a high, elegant pouf. Three years at this school, and Luke couldn’t have picked her out of a lineup, but she already knew Eddie. Luke had frozen the moment when her face lit up with joy. She was so happy to see him, and he—

Luke circled around to see Eddie’s face, and he was beaming back at the girl. In the seconds it took him to step away from the classroom door, he’d been remade. Luke peered into Eddie’s happy eyes and wanted to interrogate their shine.

How? He thought. How did you learn to be everyone at the same time?

* * *

They didn’t have to say where or when they would find each other after school. Dee, Luke and Marcos met outside the south entrance by the wobbly picnic table, because that’s what they’d been doing since they were thirteen. Luke let Dee hug him, twice, and they walked toward her house as though nothing had changed in a month of absences and ignored calls.

They fell into step along the side of the road with the February wind at their backs. Neither of them said anything about the funeral, and, after days of flowers and cards promising Lizzy’s arrival in heaven with all the pretty angels, Luke was so grateful he would have let them hug him all over again. It was the kindest silence.

Five years ago, in seventh grade, the walk had begun as a two-some. Back then, Dee and Luke had bonded, in hushed, embarrassed giggles, over their shared crush on the new boy with the soft brown skin and the big, toothy smile. He was so sweet. She’d been the first person to get how the pieces of Luke fit together, before his parents and long before anyone else at school. She’d glommed onto his side like sticky tape and it all should have been a mess. By rights at least one of them should have ended up heartbroken and in tears, but by luck they’d both fallen for a boy who liked neither of them and was too dense to understand the problem.

It wasn’t until freshman year, when all three of them were connected at the hip, that Dee finally had broken down and told Marcos why she and Luke had both suddenly become obsessed with Ender’s Game. Of course it was a good book, but it was also his favorite book and at the time that’s what had mattered. They’d created a Marcos Aldama book club, for God’s sake, and they might have started on The Song of Ice and Fire series if Dee hadn’t gotten up the courage to ask if hewantedtowalkhomewiththemsometime.

When she’d explained, he’d just stared at her over the top of his ham sandwich. “But how?” He’d asked. “I looked like Manny from Modern Family.”

He hadn’t, not really. Except maybe a little in the face.

Most of all, even when he’d awkwardly clarified that no, he didn’t want to date Luke or Dee and asked if that was cool, Marcos had never said a thing about Luke being a boy. It had probably never occurred to him to care.

They walked out of the school parking lot and down West Thirty-third toward Dee’s house. As always, she marched ahead while the boys trailed behind. Marcos’s arm was slung around Luke’s neck, as if to make sure that Luke was actually, physically, there. Their hips knocked together in an uneven beat when Luke stepped forward on one side and Marcos stepped forward on the other. They couldn’t find a rhythm, but neither pulled away. Luke used to imagine that this was what a first kiss would feel like: all awkward limbs and too much feeling.

Neither of them asked questions. Instead, Dee chattered about one show she’d convinced Marcos to watch and another, which she hadn’t. Luke hadn’t heard of either of them, but that wasn’t new. Lizzy liked old TV shows, so that’s what he knew best. Luke caught every other word as she ran through the plots, but the rest flowed together like music.

* * *

As he entered the junior commons, Luke almost stepped on a pair of shoes. The girl wearing them found her way around him and scowled under her breath as Luke leaned against the nearest wall. He was going to look teary-eyed and breakable no matter what. Along the edges he couldn’t do more damage, and that’s where he caught the flash of blue. It was on the wall next to the boy’s bathroom.

The poster, held up by Scotch tape, announced the theater department’s Spring Review in the same color and font they’d used when Luke was nine. Ten years from now they would probably still perform Shakespearian tragedies and Oklahoma. This year, they were doing 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee, but he didn’t care about that. He cared about the names of the tech crew written across the bottom of the poster. That was their spot, his and Marcos Aldama’s and Dee’s. For a year and a half, since they’d been trusted to not to electrocute themselves, they’d run tech for every production this school had bothered to stage. Dee was supposed to be the stage manager, Marcos was supposed to be on sound and he was supposed to be on sets.

But he wasn’t there.

He found Dee’s and Marcos’s names right where they were supposed to be, and then there was a third name. He’d been replaced by Neil Vargassi. Vargassi? Luke had last heard that name when he’d found out that “that Vargassi kid” had fallen off the stage during warm ups and had had to be sent to the emergency room.

Luke read the poster three times with his hand pressed against the wall beside it. The wall wasn’t going anywhere. He wasn’t sure about anything else.

They wouldn’t—He read it again. But of course, they would. He’d been gone a month at the beginning of the spring semester with no explanation. Of course they would have found someone to take his place, and he’d had the easiest tech job in the world. He wasn’t irreplaceable, but he’d never thought—

He turned away from the poster and made himself move, as the sickness slid into his gut. It pooled in a sludge below his navel, like a toxic spill, and his body wanted it gone, but there were people going in and out of the bathroom. There were people everywhere.

Luke clasped his hand over his mouth. On his right, the door to a dark classroom sat ajar. He threw himself inside, grabbed the trashcan by the door and gagged until his eyes watered. Nothing came up. He couldn’t even make himself puke. He couldn’t do anything but make people feel sorry for him.

Luke crouched at the closed door with his back flat against the metal kick plate, and pressed his fingers against his temples until pain blossomed under his skin. His stomach turned.

I can’t make it stop, because I shouldn’t be here anymore.

He closed his eyes against the empty classroom, the dirty book jackets and the kick marks on the legs of the chairs.

I should be gone. It should have been me.

Luke pushed himself to his feet and tasted tears. His phone rang in his backpack again and again. He had to answer it because it could have been his mom, but his hands couldn’t remember how. He pulled at the zipper on the front of his bag, but it wouldn’t give. He couldn’t make it move. He tried again and, before he knew what he was doing, he hit it. He hit the bag over and over again until it crunched under his fists. He punched grooves into the plastic lining and ripped holes in the straps.

The holes were real. He made them. The fabric tore under his hands. He made that happen. But the phone wouldn’t stop ringing—four, five, six—and, as he gasped for air, he lifted the backpack and heaved it across the room like a grenade.

Luke turned away, closed his eyes and waited for it to smash against the far wall. He waited and listened for the crunch and the snap, but it never came. His bag never hit the floor.

* * *

Beyond the trees, the road stood frozen, and, above his head, the leaves were still, but on the ground, Luke vibrated with life.

 

 

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Hold was published by Duet Books on October 20, 2016. You can reach the with author Rachel Davidson Leigh at racheldavidsonleigh.com; on Twitter @rdavidsonleigh; and on Facebook at facebook.com/rdavidsonleigh/

 

 

 

Review: Stained by Abda Khan

 

I closed my eyes. I wanted to see nothing, I  wanted to feel nothing. I just wanted darkness, blackness, but my eyes kept dragging me back to it all. And still, all I could hear was the tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. I put my hands over my ears, desperately trying to banish the incessant noise that was on repeat in my head, to no effect. How was I ever going to get that sound out of my head? Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick tock….

 

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Stained is a story of a beautiful intelligent young British Pakistani woman whose life’s aspirations and dreams are put on hold due to the scandalous actions of a supposedly trusted member of society. This is only the surface summary of the story. The book delves into weighty and sensitive issues that those involved and those who look on, wish to sweep under the rug rather than face it head on, culling out the guilty and restoring justice and solace to the victim.

When I first read the premise of the book, what caught me was the social commentary that goes along with it. The story fit in to a category of books that we do not normally see in a library or a book store. The untold stories of victims of the rape culture we see simmering beneath the facade of what seems to be peaceful communities. What drives the actions of these misguided members of society and how the victims deal with the trauma is often unheard of. What is saddening, is to see that honour becomes more important than honesty, and the innocent in the face of society is disregarded.

Stained, no doubt, is a voice for women, loud and clear, from highlighting the unfair treatment of daughters, to disregarding of girls rights to education and most importantly to their consent in all its forms. Selina, goes on to achieve the unthinkable in this story by fighting for her name on her own, and in the end clearing her name of the dishonor that had befallen her.

On reading the story I must stress that this is a debut novel and the writing, though it could be better, doesn’t diminish the urgency and importance of Selina’s situation and the matter at hand. It is written in first person, and is an almost diary entry like narrative. This fits well with the story and her situation and it’s almost like Selina confides to the reader what she cannot confide in anyone around her. I don’t know if it was intentional but descriptions highlighted what was deemed important in these societies, and I felt very much immersed in the lifestyle Selina led.  In addition, the author peppers the book with symbolism,  tropes and metaphors at every turn which adds to the pathos of the story. We are left feeling overwhelmed at Selina’s unfortunate turn of events and the reactions she receives when she tries to be honest.

Ms. Khan also touches on issues of identity to children of migrant individuals. Is she British, or in this case is she Pakistani? Is her label otherwise, a Muslim? The diversity of Selina’s character is in these questions she’s seeking answers to. I’m pretty sure any individual in her shoes will have a similar questioning of identity and these are issues that are not often talked about, yet something numerous people are affected by this situation.

 

 

Many thanks to Adba Khan and Harvard Square Editions for sending me a copy in exchange of an honest review. I enjoyed the book very much 🙂

You can get your copy of Stained @ Amazon 

 

If you have read Stained, what are your thoughts on the story? Is justice restored to Selina and the other victims? Do they fully recover from such incidents?  What is the role that authors plays removing the stigma of rape culture victims? Is it more important than we think it to be?

 

 

 

 

Review: Saree by Su Dharmapala

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The key phrase to this book is ‘fatefully yet surprisingly interwoven lives’. The extracting of silk and human elements and artfully weaving them into intricate patterns. The title in fact, is gleefully fitting. When I saw it on the book shelf at my local book store, I just knew and my expectations rose immediately, but I’m happy to say it delivered, plentifully. The novel wasn’t beauty and smiles all around, in fact it it makes you sit back and think of how life in the end, does come full circle.

First things first.

 

Definition of a saree

A saree is a garment worn by women across south Asia (from my knowledge predominantly those of south Indian and Sri Lankan origin). It is a long piece of cloth usually woven in silk or cotton, varying from 6-9 yards in length and 2-4 feet in breadth, that is wrapped around the waist, pleated, tucked and draped over one shoulder. Of course today how you drape, the designs and material all vary given the advent of fashion, but the traditional hand woven silk sarees in its customary designs and drape are highly respected. And yes it is the dress the lady on the cover of the book is wearing and a real life specimen of one is what the book is pictured on 😛

 

The Synopsis

One thing truly made me happy about this book. I know opinions will vary, but I whole heartedly love the blurb of the book. It gives us just enough to be intrigued but not enough to give away the whole story. So here it is for you:

Nila wasn’t born beautiful and is destined to go through life unnoticed… until she becomes a saree maker. As she works, Nila weaves into the silk a pattern of love, hope and devotion, which will prove to be invaluable to more lives than her own.

From the lush beauty of Sri Lanka, ravaged by bloody civil war, to India and its eventual resting place in Australia, this is the story of a precious saree and the lives it changes forever. Nila must find peace, Mahinda yearns for his true calling, Pilar is haunted by a terrible choice, Sarojini doubts her ability to love, Madhav is a holy fraud and Marion’s understanding of the very meaning of love is challenged and transformed. Each teeters between joy and pain, and each is touched by the power and beauty of the saree.

A breathtaking story of beauty, oppression and freedom… and of an enduring love that can never be broken.

 

 

The Review

I believe life is an art. So it only makes sense that every act therefore in living has to be an art. Passion is key in attaining perfection, and in this story there is no end for passion. Whether it is for a person,  for a craft, skill or a dream, an undying fire from within will help one find opportunities in the most surprising of places.

The story in Saree, is predominantly set in Sri Lanka, during the Ealam War. There were rifts between races, and also within races. Life seemed to be a game of who is better than who. Innocents killed, brothers divided, friends turning their backs on each other. Among all this hatred and angst, were instances of purity, love, beauty and friendship. This is an aspect the writer has been successful in capturing in her story.

There’s many things to like in Saree. One aspect is the wonderful descriptions by the author. Be it the character building, the surroundings or even the conversation which are often peppered with the mother tongue of the speakers, the story seems to leap off the pages and one feels the anger of the mobs and the pitter patter of rain as one reads.

Character development was a pleasure to see. We are presented with six very different personalities, each with a different passion in life, and are touched by this one fateful saree. Each story is well planned and each in their own way unique. Each endearing, leaving us devastated at the end.  I especially liked Pilar and her story. I was awed by the courage Pilar showed when it came to the upbringing of her son and Raju’s life long memory of his wife.

I particularly enjoyed the factual weave into the fiction. A book from which you can take away something is always good. I learnt a lot about the saree making process from  acquiring the silk to spinning it, to weaving then finishing it draping it and the final look of it. You won’t need to take any saree spinning class in your life. Kudos to Ms Dharmapala for the extensive research you must have had to undertake for this 🙂

The book has a fragmented narrative, spanning time, religion, cities and continents and in my opinion, the writer, I’m so glad, didn’t disappoint. Every perspective of the story fit in and overall made for a delightful, page turning read. In saying this I must add that it is quite a long read as well, with a whopping 560 odd pages (in my copy at least). I didn’t actually read the book at a stretch. It felt right to reflect on each chapter after I was done with it for a few days before moving on to the next. Not only were the characters engaging, but the message the writer was inevitably conveying was too hard to ignore.

The initial literary reaction to the book aside, I must stress on the social commentary that has to be spoken of regarding the story. Directly or indirectly, the war touched on the lives of all people living in the country. How does one live with the knowledge of knowing that your best friend could turn his back on you, how could your own family set fire to your fiance just because  he was of another religion? Do the emotional scars ever go away, does one ever go back to living normally once the war was over? And yet there was society being cruel even in the face of the imminent death and one young woman worries for her future because her skin is darker.

The emotions in this story are very real, very raw and at every turn there is something holding our protagonists down. Does love conquer all, or do they need to resort to rebellion? I’d recommend this book for all ages, and I, myself will definitely be re-reading this book.

 

So go ahead pick up Saree some time soon, and lets get talking. If you have already read it, whose story resonated the most with you? What have you heard of the war in Sri Lanka? Lets talk about how wartime literature and how it helps bring out what really matters in life. Do scars heal once its over? Or does love heal all?

 

Su Dharmapala is a writer, social commentator and a blogger. She released her debut novel, Wedding Season in 2012 by Simon & Schuster, and this novel, Saree was released in 2014. 

Here’s a link to one of her interviews. I find it a great insight into how her books came to life.

 

 

 

T5W: Memorable First Sentences !

Its Top 5 Wednesday today 🙂 and its all about Favourite First sentences. I decided to interpret this as first lines I found memorable, be it the humorous ones, the ones that echo a universal truth or the ones that eventually influenced a childhood.

T5W is a meme created by Gingerreadslainey and is now hosted by Sam @ Thoughts on Tomes.

 

 

P&P is my favourite book of all time, and this line is one I cannot get out of my mind for an array of reasons.

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The Victorian era truly was a period of contrasts and contradictions and Dickens so perfectly captures this.

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Mr.Tolstoy sir, preach! Its wondrous to see the array of reactions one has to sadness and disappointment.

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How can one leave this out. The sentence that began the frenzy. The sentence that changed our lives.

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How can you forget this once you’ve read it!!!?

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What are your favourite first lines?

Lets talk! Bookish and beyond @ Cinderzenblogs! #1 Does media and hype shape the way we read?

 

Hello everyone!

I have news! I was just having a routine check on my notifications, when I find that Wordpress says I’ve been registered to this blog for a year now! A year! What!? How time flies when one is busy reading blogs and fangirling with fellow bookworms! XD I have to confess that I have not been seriously blogging for the whole of these past 12 months except for the past 7. I wish I had gotten the taste / excitement of it right at the beginning, a few months definitely gone to waste XD

First things, first! I cannot thank all those who I’ve met along the way, those who followed me out of the blue (lol), for those treasured moments where we’ve created connections and shared stories. Thank you for inspiring and motivating me to keep going on, and giving me the courage to keep at this task we all love and sometimes call a pain XD Its all voluntary after all, yet I  love blogging and the community here!

So, not to mark today or anything, I’ve had this idea for sometime and its long over due, I’ve decided to start on a discussion series touching on all things book related. This will include topics relating to life, interests and all things general. Or in other words, things I come across in my journey that amuse/ inspire/ and get me thinking. Maybe sometimes good, sometimes ecstatic, sometimes bad and very ugly. I’ll post up a topic every week, and with your help, we can get to see a diverse range of opinions under the topic, get excited, informed, inspired and motivated for the better ^_^ Pls do understand my possibly rocky first few discussions till I get the hang of this new venture >_<! Book-bottoms up everyone!

Enough chit chat, I’ve got questions brewing!

 

 

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What’s up this week @ the Cinderblog??

Today’s topic: Does media and hype shape the way we read?

 

We are all aware of the recent release of the eight installation of a Harry Potter story. If you do not, get your butt out from under that rock! Things have been heating up.

I haven’t read the book yet, but I have read a lot of reviews and thoughts on it. Unfortunately though, they were predominantly negative, and the Potter fangirl in me dies a bit every time I do. How can a story which our beloved JK touched on, be so lowly received? What happened? Were we too eager? Are we judging too minutely? Clearly anything HP does give everything a whole new meaning and dimension, given the love we have for it. Were we expecting a similar fully loaded book as the original seven? Was it too much expectation? Was it too much hype? 

I do understand the need for hype and publicity, and a return of a much loved author with another of her works is great news, yes! but should we perhaps take into consideration what the book had to go through to come to completion. The book is itself not meant to be a novel but a play based on the original story, so one must understand the consequences of this. I say consequence because in true Potter fanaticism we will want a fully satisfying book to digest. Details will be omitted, characters will only be inspired by the original, and the plot will probably not read as a work of JK’s alone might.

Here’s the big question.

I haven’t read the book yet, and when I do, will what I’ve read so far change my true opinion of it? Will my reading of everything prior to the book skew my thoughts of the story?

Will I be looking out for things that I probably wouldn’t have if I hadn’t read anything?

What happens if hype leads to a disappointing book. I say disappointing possibly due to high expectation or a widely-agreed-upon badly written book.

I know this is can also be a question of one willingly reading the reviews or not, but trust me its hard to not read them. The struggle is real and I’m too curious.

 

Here’s another question.

What happens when a well known person, politician or celebrity endorses a book? If they are well known and accepted by many, the book rockets to fame. I understand the dynamics of that for all parties. What happens if its reviewed negatively by them? Does this make the book a bad one.

I firmly believe that no book can be considered bad by all (perhaps a very few). This is an entirely different discussion with the factors of age, experience and maturity all differing so I believe its not ours to judge. Perhaps we should only give our opinion about, but not to shame them entirely.

This thought sprouted off a book I read back in February. I wanted so much to review the book because I felt it was a compelling story. Then I felt, will the publicity it got, be a problem for me? Would it be considered a bad read just because of all we have read about it? Was I worried about being viewed in a way due to my choice of books? There I was wondering if it was a good book enough to review when I shouldn’t have been doing so. I believe that a book should be judged on how its written, how it reads and what I can take from it. If it conveys a message that’s deep seating and something you relate to, even better. If it entertains you, wonderful.

A Million Little Pieces by James Frey was chosen by Oprah for her Book Club in September 2005. The book was released as a memoir, and Oprah was all praises about it.  It turned out that the author had exaggerated some aspects of the story  and understandably the winds turned on him, from positive reviews to negative ones. Personally I loved the writing and the contents for what it was. I wouldn’t consider myself ‘duped’ as she said she had been. Perhaps it was a badly categorized book, a book ‘inspired’ by an original story perhaps should have been the key phrase. So are we too quick to judge?

Another back story regarding the incident is that it was all publicity for the book. See what media can do? Does this seem right in view of authors from a minority background? Do they get similar shout outs?

 

These are just my thoughts! I’d love to know what you think! 

Where do we need to put the barrier on how much exposure about a book we need before we read it? Is media skewing the way we read? Or what we read?