Books were my dear friends through out my child hood. I fondly remember those rainy days , sitting in the porch of my house, a book in hand and a bowl of nuts by the side, oblivious to the rest of the world and my mothers shouting.The main attraction of holidays are getting time to read with out disturbance.
My transition to English as a mode of communication also saw the end my reading habits. To read a book , check the meaning in the dictionary was too much a task. So i took the easy way out and read only magazines. I was not even daring to be a part of any book club but for Le-Ann & Patricia welcoming me with an open heart &mind and with Patricia’s guidance I am back again in to that time of child hood. I will be ever grateful to these lovely ladies for letting me in into their well formed club,and letting me see the rain in this country of scorching Sun.
Do I see a dictionary now? No. What are husbands for??
Book Review.for this month
The White Tiger-
Half of a Yellow Sun-