Friday, September 30, 2005

When life works in mysterious ways....

....No, I am not talking about the mysteries of the universe or the possibilities of my attaining enlightenment in this lifetime, worthy topics though they are.

Simple that I went on a binge last week at the Landmark Sale and bought myself eight books -

- Margaret Atwood's Blind Assassin
- Amy Tan's The Bonesetter's daughter
- Orhan Panuk's My name is Red
- GG Marquez' Seventeen Poisoned Englishmen
- Mitch Albom's Tuesdays with Morrie
- John Le Carre's The constant Gardner
- Mary Higgins Clark's On the Street where you live and
- Ray Bradbury's A Graveyard for lunatics

Absolutely of no interest to anyone, really, but the thing is, I havent found time to start even one of them this week.. How cruel can life get?


Aran said...

Lady, you're missing the big picture. If you bought eight books like that, I seriously do not think your life is cruel. It's not cruel. NOT cruel! You're lucky. (deep envious sigh)

apu said...

hmmm Aran, you have a point. To make you more envious - I bought them at lovely prices too!

kay said...

Apu, ask me. I. Can. Help.

I've actually been there and done that! :D

Srihari said...

Hi Aparna, I heard good reviews about My name is Red and On the street where you live. Let me know what you think of them when you're done reading. I liked The Blind Assassin, although I really thought I would not go past the first 100 pages. Quite heavy for me.