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….




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


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.




Review: Street Girl by Rozana McGrattan




“I hear the vibrations of the universe and I call it love.

I want to go to it; need to go to it, need to dissolve in it. It calls me home.


And real love is the shedding of old feelings, emotions, longings, wants.

And the knowledge that there will be no more turbulence.”

Rozana McGrattan




Street Girl is an autobiography of Ms. McGrattan. This book is her narration of the events of her life, one we see studded with trials and hardships, from the streets of Sao Paulo to the streets of London, from hunger and destitute poverty to owning her own business.

I received this book via a Goodreads Giveaway (YAY!!) a few weeks back. It is the first book that I’ve read that was based in Brazil and one written by a Brazilian author which gives me so many reasons to be excited about this review.

The book begins with a prologue of her narrating a story her father told her, and we are immediately taken in. The story begins with a simple yet vivid narration of Sao Paulo, where I reckon was the turning point of her life, the make it or break it stage, where her decisions were meant to be well thought out.  Thereafter she takes us back to the beginning, and then to where she is today.

I’ve never read literature from South America, so this was a first. I was excited, and as per usual the vibes that the book sent me when I signed up for the giveaway put me into high expectations. I didn’t know what sort of story it would be, but I wasn’t disappointed!  If anything I want more.  I was fascinated to learn about the workings of the country, a glimpse here and there, but that was enough to shine light onto life there.

It’s a quick read. The writing is easy flowing with no awkward breaks. The language is simple, direct, no beating round the bush, and each new chapter of the book is a new chapter of her life. A very straightforward telling of her life’s events thus far, and very compellingly told. You will read about her successes and her failures, her achievements hard earned yet admirable, her relationships; some appalling, which will leave you horror, while others endearing.

A easy read I did say, but I must stress on the contents. Some chapters are not for the lighthearted. Even the author herself warns the reader to skip ahead. I was repulsed by certain incidents she had to go through and in knowing her intentions and her strength of mind; I admire her courage to be able to free herself from these situations. We constantly find her in situations that are not in any way good, especially at her young age, but time and time again we find that she takes to good and leaves the bad aside.

I loved that she found camaraderie in those who have nothing to give her, or help her, the children from the slums. It was a warm feeling to know that kindness and humanness is not something one has to have material possession to embody.  Her position as a girl growing up, and later as a woman making her way toward bettering herself, is something to take note of. She manages to charter her way through the dangerous waters of exploitation and abuse, while keeping her sanity. She could easily have followed the route of many in her position, but she kept to her beliefs and followed her dreams.

I love how she never once blames anyone for the incidents in her life and how it began and the many shady paths it lead her to. I love that she took hold of her own destiny, in the sense that she didn’t expect from others, but worked hard to achieve her dreams.  I cannot imagine how she lived through some periods of her life, but she made it and it gave me hope! And I reckon this story will do so, even by a tiny bit, to anyone who reads it. I love that she shows you can go from poverty to living comfortably, from despair to happiness, if not ideal at least one where you are at peace with ones self if you dare to dream and keep at it.

She believes that a life without knowledge or education of any sort is to be blamed only on one’s self. We find that she snatched at every opportunity to better herself, and she firmly believes that no life experience goes to waste, but builds ones self.

Her poetry is a reflection of all her life’s experiences. Outbursts of a deeper understanding of different aspects of life. I was delighted to find that  I deeply related to a few of them.


“When I look towards the light,

do I see the glow of realization,

the purity of perception,

or just the glare of confusion,

without shadow or relief- ubiquitous and implacable?

If meaning is menacing,

If its hell,

Then is it a hell of my own making?”




Its hard to find a fault with the story. I was truly disappointed that the story ended. I would love to know more about the author, and took the liberty to do so. She is truly an incredible woman. Her endurance is admirable; her faith in painting the greater picture is inspirational. If anything this book is a humbling one, portraying not only a life of hardship but also one of holding on to hope.  From beginning to end, one thing was very clear. She always was master of her fate, not letting others tell her otherwise.


Street Girl was published on May 28th 2016 by Pen Works Media.

For more on the book or author, you can check out Goodreads and Amazon.



Lets get talking!

If you have read this book, what are your thoughts on it? Did you enjoy the read?

Do memoirs like this fare as well as works of fiction?

Do you have any recs for me based on this read? I’d love to know.





And the Mountains Echoed by Khaled Hosseini




In this tale revolving around not just parents and children but brothers and sisters, cousins and caretakers, Hosseini explores the many ways in which families nurture, wound, betray, honor, and sacrifice for one another; and how often we are surprised by the actions of those closest to us, at the times that matter most.

Following its characters and the ramifications of their lives and choices and loves around the globe—from Kabul to Paris to San Francisco to the Greek island of Tinos—the story expands gradually outward, becoming more emotionally complex and powerful with each turning page.

(From Goodreads)



“They tell me I must wade into waters, where I will soon drown. Before I march in, I leave this on the shore for you. I pray you find it, sister, so you will know what was in my heart as I went under.”


‘And the Mountains Echoed’ begins with a story a father tells his children and this is a premonition to them of things to come. How a brother and sister are separated in childhood. It turns out to be a tale of “the finger cut, to save the hand.” The rest of the story tells us how the hand reacts, and what happens to the finger. For me this book is more than the story of Abdullah and Pari . It is the story of how a twin has to live with the moral burden of hurting her prettier twin, it is the story of two cousins returning to their homeland now as adults, it is the story of a boy coming to an understanding of his father’s real reputation, it is the story of brothers, sisters, cousins, friends, lovers and even the bond of master and servant. It is, in simple words, the story of love and loyalty transcending borders and time.

 For a book that reached the top 10 even before its release based on pre publication reviews alone, and a book that sold approximately 3 million copies in its first 5 months after publication,  And the Mountains Echoed, lived up to all the complexity and magic it was expected to hold. It is the third book by acclaimed Afghan – American author, Khaled Hosseini and it without a doubt cements his name as being one of the most prolific storytellers in this century.

The fact that such simple language, be it the prose or the poetry, can bring to mind such vivid emotions and thoughts is wondrous. I must confess, I read through the last quarter of the book in a puddle of my own tears. No shame here. I was left contemplating thoroughly moved.

His poetry, as well as the stories within this story are compelling in their own right, his philosophy and thinking which we see and feel through his characters show us despite our differences in faith, culture and geography, the dynamics of relationships are universal and basic humanness and human emotion are the same. Our basic instincts and needs are one, regardless of whether we chose to enclose ourselves from the public eye or not. There were many moments when I had read a paragraph, a line or a string of words, when I just sat back and thought of how it affected me in my own story and those around me today.


“They say, Find a purpose in your life and live it. But, sometimes, it is only after you have lived that you recognize your life had a purpose, and likely one you never had in mind.”


The book consists of nine chapters, or in another light, nine sub-stories, each from the perspective of different characters who span many generations and from across the globe. The book’s fragmented narrations gives us an indepth look into the characters and we find them all to be surprisingly interconnected, only an arm’s length from each other. These narratives span the past, present and future, and we see the characters encounter each other in surprising and tragic ways.

The familial themes which Hosseini brings into even his third book, is further explored. Sibling relationships and sibling like relationships are put to the test.  I was impressed at his way of talking and showing us the complexity of sibling love, the purity of it, as well as the good, bad and ugly aspects often left unventured. We are left heartbroken on some and deeply conflicted on others. Siblings are reconnected, but not in how our hearts expect them to. In fact none of the endings are satisfactory, and Hosseini is clearly trying to tell us something. Is it that, in his words,

“Nothing good came free. Even love. You paid for all things. And if you were poor, suffering was your currency.


Afghanistan’s political situation plays a huge role in the story as a backdrop for events taking place. Hosseini has tread this path well, and I didn’t for once feel stifled by my lack of knowledge on the political aspects of the story. If not for the war, many of our characters wouldn’t have met the way they did, nor have moved across the globe as we see them do. What’s surprising is that though the presence of war is there, it is never about it. The human struggle is always above this and Hosseini shows us. Afghanistan to us is not presented as a war ridden country but as a country like any other. There is no ‘Other’ here, just one and all.

With the ending of war we see warlords, we see corruption, we see them taking advantage of the poor and we see how cleverly money and power can stifle even the loudest of yearnings. The troubling experience of having to flee one’s home and adopt to other cultures is portrayed, how living with the echoes of your roots is a trying experience.

We are constantly asking ourselves if memory is a curse or a blessing. Pari cannot remember her beloved brother, but she feels an emptiness. Abdullah lives his life with her memory on his sleeve. She never leaves him. Its heartbreaking to see the consequences of their separation. The need for answers is a continual theme throughout the book, and the latter narratives tie up the strings as to how the journey ends for our characters.



What I like about this book,  is the balance of male and female characters, in their colourful diversity. We have the humble Afghani man Saboor and the modest Afghani woman Parwana living by what they are duly required to do, haunted by their moral burden; the strong faithed Abdullah admirable in his life long memory of his baby sister; the determined Amra, Collette and Odie trying to live up to their standards of justice; Masooma and Thalia showing us two ends of the spectrum with regards to living with deformity in societies and how can one forget the likes of the dramatic and narcisstic set of Madeline, Timur and Nila; of different cultures yet fighting the same battle. The one true loves of Mr. Wahdati, Nabi and Abdullah are telling, each of a different nature yet complex and sadly ones that never see the light of day.

Be it the sheer will power of a woman, or the life long memory a boy held on to into his old age of a sister he was heartbreakingly separated away from, be it the unconditional love of a son, daughter, brother or sister, or the never ceasing loyalty of a friend and/or servant I loved the balance of how man and woman, and what each has to offer is seen as essential in the equation of love, stability and life in general.

I loved that Hosseini explored how sometimes we just have to give in, not because they we forced to but because there is no other way. We see the likes of Nila and Pari binti Abdullah, just give in to what is expected of them, leaving aside their need to work on their dreams and aspirations.

“The world didn’t see the inside of you, that it didn’t care about the hopes and dreams, and sorrows, that lay masked behind skin and bone. It was as simple, as absurd, and as cruel, as that.”

As we close up on this story and lives of these people, we realize that the title of the book stands true and fitting, for in the end the mountains did echo, of the voices that struggled to be heard, accepted and reconnected throughout multiple generations.



Clearly I loved the book and I recommend it to anyone.  You are never too old or young to read this story. Just go ahead! Pick it up, be transported and inspired.




Reading Lolita in Tehran : Azar Nafisi



Every Thursday morning for two years in the Islamic Republic of Iran, a bold and inspired teacher named Azar Nafisi secretly gathered seven of her most committed female students to read forbidden Western classics. As Islamic morality squads staged arbitrary raids in Tehran, fundamentalists seized hold of the universities, and a blind censor stifled artistic expression, the girls in Azar Nafisi’s living room risked removing their veils and immersed themselves in the worlds of Jane Austen, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Henry James, and Vladimir Nabokov. In this extraordinary memoir, their stories become intertwined with the ones they are reading. Reading Lolita in Tehran is a remarkable exploration of resilience in the face of tyranny and a celebration of the liberating power of literature.

~Summary from Goodreads~



This book weighs heavily on our prior reading of books the author entwines into her narration. This can be a good thing or not so good. For me it was weary, and I felt like it blocked out the flow she needed to bring about the urgency of her situation. I understand that her attempt was a to re read and retell Lolita and other classics with her situation in mind, but I felt it didn’t do the testimony of her oppression justice. I picked up the book based on the title, Reading Lolita in Tehran. The idea of mixing culture, classics and storytelling intrigued me, but I was a bit disappointed. Maybe it was different for other readers. It was nevertheless a memoir in books alright!

What I did learn was women like me, Muslims, hijabis or not, are reading, reading and comparing their societal segregation just like me with those in books. We find culture, society and religion fighting to be top priority, in a world where each is demanding attention and its tolling on the soul. There is always a need for escape to ease the journey. I know this to be true for marginalized groups, and in the end we are trying to find ourselves in the stories we devour and look for ways to find hope in these other worlds.

As for recommending it to another, I’d think twice. If you have a prior knowledge of these books mentioned, go ahead. Its not a book I’d recommend for those starting out on diverse reading as tempting as the title sounds. Sorry.



Midnight’s Children by Salman Rushdie: Storytelling at possibly, it’s finest.




This book needs no introduction. Most of you will remember seeing this title on all “Must read” book lists, and if you are in touch with the book awards sphere you will know that Midnight’s Children has been awarded the Booker of Bookers Prize in 1993 and 2008. It is also known to be one of the great books of the 20th century.  Since this book doesn’t need another serious book review, I’m going to say it like I felt it, and if its rambly, well you are only practicing for the read.



The story is about Saleem Sinai, our protagonist born at the stroke of midnight on the day India gained her independence from British Rule. Simple enough? Well, add to the pot the magical element, that Saleem is but one of a 1001 children born at this precise moment. This turn of events means that he will now be able to be telepathically be linked to the rest of the 1000 children till the end of his life. A bit complicated yea? Well add a bit of clever story telling. This is Saleem’s story, therefore we must know every before him and everything after. Prepare yourself to be carried through a kaleidoscopic tale of the beginning of the beginning to the end of the end. Also, have it with some pickles. Look out for knees and noses. And perforated sheets.


Some people hate it,

some people love it,

While others sit on the fence, spell bound by this magical tale they just ingested.

I can surely say, I’m of the latter two varieties of people in the world. Yes, I loved the book, from the front cover to the back, and yes, months after my reading it, the book still continues to awe me.


What ties us all together is that we break down, dissect and ponder over each strand of story in this book. Each character, each event and each image formed by the author’s words, contributing to this melting pot of culture and colour, the story that is India. We are all, in short, speechless for its existence, unlike the protagonist Saleem Sinai, a character with a surplus of words more than enough to fill a 600 odd page book and more.


When I say ‘The Story that is India’ I need to stress how much this book represents the ultimate Indian experience. Your senses are teased left, right and forward, by not one but many impulses. There is the colour in the clothes women wear to the food they prepare, there is the smell in the umpteen number of spices they use to the exotic smell of the streets, there is the touch of soft cashmere to coarse coir rugs and there is the sound of the street wallahs marketing their products to the shouts of the boys playing cricket in the dusty grounds. The novel brings to life all these and more. It will tug your heart with emotion. It will make you roll around in fits of laughter for I must stress at Mr. Rushdie’s sense of humour. His talent at poking fun at what he finds nonsensical, is one I’ve not come across in all my reading. It’s something so addictive and at the same time very very clever. I can see why those who were poked at (predominantly the religious and political figures) would have and still do find Midnight’s Children very insulting. If there ever were an award for most digression in a piece of fiction, hands down, we have a winner!

India is a multicultural hot pot, and Rushdie walks us through every avenue of life in this subcontinent. Be it the political path, the glamorous celebrity life, the middle class dilemmas, the beggars woes and even the trials of religious missionaries.  The book is utter chaos and drama alongside intriguing characters, who are only short of crazy which will leave you bewildered sometimes. I must stress how much an understanding of the political situation at the time will help you immensely, else risk losing your sanity for a few days/weeks/months. (there’s no shame in how long you take, trust me.)


I must explain why I said that I was ‘on the fence’ regarding this book.

  • A good story it will continue to be, but it was  one of the most tiring reads I’ve ever attempted. In my process of reading, I have complained shamelessly on my posts at the time, as to how time consuming and physically and mentally demanding the book was. Talk about master of beating around the bush. I don’t know how anyone else who read it felt like but for me it was a mission accomplished once I was done. I felt that my reading goal for the year had been fulfilled!


  • On reading, I understood why some people, and in this I mean, whole communities, would have found this book insulting and belittling. It is true that all the drama surrounding this book is not without good reason. He does make fun of cultures and their customs, but then it’s not specifically of particular religions and ways of life. As a singular reader and especially one who knows and understands why he does this, it is possible to brush off these critical points, but when the book is presented to a wider audience with no previous knowledge of the context and what he implies, yes, I do agree that it is not fair on those he pulls along for a ragging.


An excerpt to get your mind boggling:

“I have become, it seems to me, the apex of an isosceles triangle, supported equally by twin deities, the wild god of memory and the lotus-goddess of the present… but must I now be reconciled to the narrow one-dimensionality of a straight line?”


Read at your own discretion, and if you ask yourself a few times as you read along “is this worth it?” I’m hands down saying YES, persevere! there is no story like this in the past present or future.


Note: it’s one of those books, where there’s a gracious mention of my lovely country, Sri Lanka, formerly known as Ceylon. Lankan nationalists would have winced due to the context in which it was mentioned, but I must say I had a good old laugh!  Also, 90% of the movie was shot in Sri Lanka too!!






Madol Doova – Martin Wickramasinghe | Review




Madol Doova translated as Mangrove Island, written and set in rural Sri Lanka, is a sequence of escapades of a young boy, Upali, accompanied with his friend Jinna.

Upali’s mother passes away, and his mischievous antics prove unbearable to his father and step mother. He is sent away to board at his headmaster’s house with hopes of being tamed, but creates further havoc. His ever flowing energy cannot be tolerated by anyone so he leaves home. His friend Jinna follows him to Madol Doova. The story is an account of the adventures they have there, and how Upali the prankster matures and shows heroic stature in both the eyes of the reader and those who couldn’t in his youth tolerate him.




To stress just how much I love this book, I must let you know that I’ve been re reading it at least once a year ever since I first came into possession of it back in Year 4 and every time its as lively and engaging as the first time I read it!


The amazingly descriptive text leaves not one stone unturned about the Sri Lankan culture. There is promise of an all-round Sri Lankan experience and the reader will end this tale visibly more knowledgeable about the country. The language of the narration is simple but the story is at a lively pace and you will find yourself in an adventure with every turn of the page.

Though the book is a mere 130 pages long, Mr. Wickramasinghe has successfully painted the country in its true colours of yellow orange and green accompanied by scenes and anecdotes of paddy fields, fishermen, tea and often superstition. The magic of the book goes beyond the spirits Upali encounters, all the way to the readers. I feel regardless of where you live or where Upali comes from, his trials, his emotions and the pickles he gets himself into are surprisingly relatable and reaches beyond cultures. There is something for everyone.

We find how the two boys fend for themselves during a period when such a thing was unimaginable. Today this seems an almost prophetic calling. The resourcefulness they show is an outlet to their mischievous nature, with the experience maturing them beyond what the people expect of them. His boyish sense of adventure and curiosity that was once an untamed burden for his family and the villagers, makes for a lively story for us the readers. There is always his never ceasing energy and spirit making Madol Doova a delightful account of a prankster showing courage and quickness of spirit when faced with adversity.

The book has been read, re read and cherished by generations of Lankan readers in its original language Sinhala. Since its first publications in 1947, it has been quickly translated to many other languages including English, Chinese and Russian and been continued to be loved around the world.

To those who are unfamiliar with Sinhalese terminology and local customs, though everything is very well explained, I’d recommend reading with a dictionary. The true beauty of the writing is in the clever yet simple weaving in of its words. I’ll post the glossary of the book for those of you who are curious to give the book a try.






About the Author

Martin Wickramasinghe is one of Sri Lanka’s greatest authors. He began his career at age 13 and continued until he was 86 years old. His works being penned in both the English and Sinhala languages and thereafter being translated to many others languages. His stories outline simple rural Sri Lankan lives yet with a powerful human understanding. In his works he explores and applies modern knowledge on natural and social sciences, literature, philosophy and religion.



I know that the above book may not be as mainstream and modern as the works of fiction one reads today, but I thought its time my blog gives exposure to some literature from where I come from. Please do let me know if you’d like to see more such reviews of Lankan literature 🙂





The Handmaid’s Tale – Margaret Atwood



Location: Massachusetts (Republic of Gilead), United States of America

Based in the Republic of Gilead, this is the story of Offred (Of Fred) and other female handmaids stripped of their previous identities, used for the purpose of breeding for those elite families who cannot conceive. We witness a monthly ritual of impregnation, daily walks to the shops, a routinely life style, serious boredom and deafening silence. Offred has visions of the past, the time when everyone had families, the time when she had rights, a body of her own, a real job, a real name; an identity.

There is a strict religious totalitarianist law. Women are oppressed to the point where they are not supposed to read, no books no magazines even no store names. Each one is categorized into a group, some for the chores, some for being the Masters, and others for breeding. The environmental situation has made many women sterile, hence the ones who aren’t (YAY?!) are made to be baby making factories against their will. The situation is very pathetic regardless of the proposed system of order, no one is truly satisfied, no one is feeling fulfilled, at least not this first generation of brain washed individuals, and as Aunt Lydia says, it would get easier as the generations go on.



~My thoughts…~
It’s a compelling book with a yes, cold and impersonal tone but given the subject matter at hand, it is suitable. Though it is often put into the category science fiction, it is far from it. There is nothing new about the practices we see, it is only a reversal of time almost. Written in 1985, this book touches on many issues be it gay rights, abortion or women’s rights that were being held in question at the time.

The story in retrospect is a warning that if we allow religious extremism to take over our lives, it will be unbearable. There will only be oppression and cruelty, going against the fundamental laws of nature. The book is almost a parody on the conservative positions held during the time it was written. From the notions of women, women’s rights, gay rights to abortion. The location of the story is ironic. It is based in Massachusetts, the state housing Harvard University, a renowned center of knowledge yet we find the law subjecting women to ignorance. We see religion being imposed on in a state that in recent years is one that apparently has been deemed one of the least religious in America.

Her dystopia is one where we see a reversal on all the rights women currently hold. It will be a disaster, a nightmare to womankind. I should say that the book is thought provoking and the feeling of oppression seeps through to you. It reminded me of  the current trilogies like the Hunger Games books where there too we find a form of totalitarianism.

What I don’t get is how quickly the change takes place. Is it possible from being a society where women have the freedom to rally about pornographic magazines to become one where women walk around in red veils barely talking to other women? The epilogue is something else, it doesn’t answer much, and I would have preferred something a bit more on Offred, or perhaps on the community as a whole.

The question is, 30 years on, is the novel still too extremist and radical to be imagined?




*There is just so much this book weighs in for, the discussion could go on and on…*




The Pearl That Broke Its Shell – Nadia Hashimi





Location : Kabul, Afghanistan
Time: Early 20th century and Early 21st Century (2007)

The novel is the story of two women divided by time, a century to be exact.

Shebika is Rahima’s great great grand mother, and they share a similar naseeb, a destiny, of not conforming to society.

With a drug addicted father and no brothers, Rahima and her sisters cannot make ends meet. Their mother takes action into her own hands and turns Rahima into a bacha posh, a boy-girl. Rahim could now go out and chaperone his sisters without having other boys harass them. He was loving his freedom to go back to school and most importantly to play in the street. This only lasts till the girls find out that they are to be married off, even bacha posh Rahima, aged 13.
In parallel to her story is the story of her ancestor, Bibi Shekiba, narrated as a story to them by their Aunt Shaima. Shekiba who went from being a disfigured orphan/ slave, to being the woman/man guard of the King’s harem. One thing clearly hasnt changed over the century that has passed, from the time of the monarchy to those of the time of the Taliban, women are still fighting for their place.
How will life be for these young girls, who are barely into their teenage years? How will they be treated? Will Rahim the bacha posh make out to be a good woman/wife/mother? How do strong willed women face the obstacles they come up against?

~My Thoughts~

I loved it!!!!

The story took me on a journey of self questioning whilst making me cry and root for the women in the story.

I find it impeccably written and is an amazing juxtaposition of the plight of women during two time periods. The story is amazingly descriptive, pulling us into Afghanistan itself. We are in a moment surrounded by its dusty roads, mischievous boys, corrupt grey bearded warlords, equally tyrannical mothers -in-law as well as powerful historical figures like the King Amanullah and his Queen Soraya.

The story Hashimi plots out shows us not only is there the oppression from males but also from other females, and for a young girl to charter her way through theses tepid waters is a life changing task, and it is clearly the case of survival of the fittest and the stronger willed.

Hashimi makes great use of ‘the Other’, an individual who is neither a man nor a woman, the position women find themselves in, that plateau that makes them outcasts in a male preferred world, on their journey to create a voice for themselves. If women in general didnt have a chance of a voice, we are shown that the disfigured and the disabled are literally invisible individuals in society set up for humour and brought up as scapegoats.
She has cleverly shown us a picture of misogynistic men afraid of women becoming literate and therefore liberated, and women subjected to the whims of these men, sent left and right against their will. Regardless, the novel brings to life, women whose formidable spirit will inspire you yet their life’s trials will emotionally unwind you at the same time.


I would recommend this book to anyone, and do not say you are not one bit for the empowerment of and enlightening of all humans, male and female the world over, once you are done reading it. It is not a case of religious oppression but more a case of cultural necessity to live up to (Sorry if that was a bit strong, I am so mad and sad and everything in between. These people do exist after all)

In keeping with March being Women’s month, I’m glad I read it now, as I have to say The Pearl That Broke Its Shell is a masterpice in highlighting that the battle for women is far from over.


I leave you with a few powerful words to ponder over.

Thanks for reading, hope you hunt down this gem of a book soon! 🙂



On who females belong to:

Don’t listen to the garbage that some people say about girls belonging to other people. Bah! Girls belong to their families and always do. You have a mother and sisters and nothing changes that—I don’t care who you’ve married.”

On educating women and girls:

“Do you think, however, that our nation from the outset needs only men to serve it? Women should also take their part as women did in the early years of our nation (…). From their examples we must learn that we must all contribute toward the development of our nation and that this cannot be done without being equipped with knowledge. So we should all attempt to acquire as much knowledge as possible, in order that we may render our services to society (…)”









I came across this book from a TBR off Nazahet @ Read Diverse Books, and it made me accelerate my quite glacial speed towards reading this book and I’m glad! Please do check out his blog for more such book recommendations, his picks are awesome!


“Beautiful Lara Jean”

If you have read the book, you’ll know who I am talking about, if you haven’t: I am ofcourse talking about Jenny Han’s To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before and its sequel, P.S: I Still Love You.

Synopsis of the books:
The story is of 16 year old Lara Jean who has written letters to the boys she has loved in her life without openly admitting it to them. The catch is that she never sends them. One day they all get sent, and now she has to face the loves of her past. One thing leads to another and she, Lara Jean is in a heated pretend relationship with the most handsome boy in her class, also a recipient of her letters. The books narrate the journey of how she finds her true love. After much struggle, heart ache, pain and tears, she finally has peace. She finds herself, her niche in her world.



What I think  (maybe I should warn you of small spoilers.. oooops!):



Exactly that!

That’s my answer!





To be honest, the book is rather disorientating! You could almost feel her being pulled left and right, her emotions taking a 180 degree dip, almost like a roller coaster ride of emotions throughout the book. By the end of the two books, trust me you’ll be rooting for your own OTPs XD




I must say I didnt get all the feels in the book, its rather slow setting in on me. I appreciate the fact that her family are really close knit, the father daughter relationships are what now people call #FamilyGoals, while the sisterly bond is so sweet! I was amazed at how forward and grown up Kitty, Lara Jean’s little sister is.
There were numerous times when I was screaming for Lara to PLEASE not screw things up when evidently Peter is in love with her!




Lara thinks it over in on her head about Genevive to the point of being paranoid made me paranoid!




The moment she gets cosy with both Josh and Ambrose its a whole different story. Not that I dont like either of them, I maybe ship them too (OMG THREE SHIPS!!) but when someone’s doing as much for you and for your family as Peter was to her family, I just wanted to shake her and give her a piece of my mind!
The big question? Who I’d personally chose? ha!




Kitty Covey is in a class of her own, Im going to give her the prize of most engaging role in the book! Drum roll for younger siblings!  XD

So what did you guys think about the book! A YAY , NAY or MEH?

Please comment!


Im going to leave you with a few FEEELSS quotes form the books ENJOY!!! ITS GUSHY MUSHY ROMANTIC YAAR with a dash of some good sense!! XD you are warned … 😉



“I know now that I don’t want to love or be loved in half measures. I want it all, and to have it all, you have to risk it all.”

“People come in and out of your life. For a time they are your world; they are everything. And then one day they’re not. There’s no telling how long you will have them near.”


Her most important lesson

“It’s only then that I realize: Peter wasn’t the one who needed to get over Genevieve. It was me. All this time with Peter, I’ve been
comparing myself to her, all the ways I don’t measure up. All the ways our relationship pales next to theirs. I’m the one who couldn’t let her go. I’m the one who didn’t give us a chance.”


“I’m saying you drive me more crazy than any girl I’ve ever met.”



“What if we do? If we’re so guarded, it’s not going to be anything. Let’s do it fucking for real, Lara Jean. Let’s go all in. No more contract. No more safety net. You can break my heart. Do whatever you want with it.”



“I think you half-fall in love with every person you meet. It’s part of your charm. You’re in love with love.”
This may be true. Perhaps I am in love with love! That doesn’t seem like such a bad way to be.

“I see you girls and I think, God, any man who could raise those girls is something special. I’ve never seen a man so devoted to his family. You three are the pearls in his crown, you know? And that’s how it should be. A girl’s relationship with her father is the most important male relationship of her life.”




“For me.”
“Us,” Peter corrects. “I did it for us.” He links our fingers together. “It’s you and me, kid.”
I tighten my fingers around his. If we just hold on tight enough, it will all be okay.




“You could do with a little less baking and a little more living life.”



My personal favourite :

“Airports used to be so very much more glamorous. People got dressed up to travel. Young people on airplanes these days, they wear those horrible sheepskin boots and pajama pants and it’s an eyesore. I wouldn’t go out for the mail dressed like that.”

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Now where was I? I think I’m going to get Stormy to set up a lunch with that Ambrose guy! Where does he live btw? XD