you were my drug the one I was bare without the one I couldn’t stop craving and even though I knew you were drowning me I held on to you like a ship does for anchor you were my drug the one I couldn’t live without the one couldn’t breathe without and even though you…Read More
With close to 10k followers, I feel a pinch of joy to think that I might be doing something right here; despite my vanishing acts and brief spells of lethargy. Today, on the eve of the 8th anniversary, I look back at the past 8 years and I’m proud, so proud. Because I could beat…Read More
“I will go,” he said. “I will go to Troy.” The rosy gleam of his lip, the fevered green of his eyes. There was not a line anywhere on his face, nothing creased or graying; all crisp. He was spring, golden and bright. Envious death would drink his blood, and grow young again. He was…Read More
Quarantined in life connected in hearts this phase too shall pass just play your parts apart Follow @badbookthief on Instagram for more micropoetry. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! 🙂 ~~~~~ © Asha Seth Stay in touch. Subscribe Now: Youtube| Twitter| Instagram| Facebook| TumblrRead More
Early this month, I shared a blog post on the Best Books I Read in 2019. Following that, I knew I had to do a list of books that I found challenging, that I struggled with, and perhaps, that didn’t hit a chord with me. When you read as much as 90 plus books in…Read More
I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things that she didn’t already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race—that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.
None of those things, however, came out of my mouth. All I was able to do was turn to Liesel Meminger and tell her the only truth I truly know. I said it to the book thief and I say it now to you.
I am haunted by humans.
Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
2019 was quite productive, as far as reading is concerned. After many years, I managed reading decent number of books. It was back in 2012, that I had managed reading 105 books but wasn’t totally happy then because most books were mere experiments with new modern-day debut authors and the books turned out to be…Read More
Peering into the river I heard the waves hum a tune I was sitting by its feet and was soon drowned in its rune Follow @badbookthief on Instagram for more micropoetry. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! 🙂 ~~~~~ © Asha Seth Stay in touch. Subscribe Now: Youtube| Twitter| Instagram| Facebook| TumblrRead More
And every time, breathing felt like a mountain weighing you down I wish you’d come running into me… that you’d allow me to cradle you to sleep… And every time, living felt like a burden drowning you down I wish you’d come running into me… that you’d allow me to cradle you to sleep… And…Read More
Review Available on: Instagram | Goodreads | Amazon Author: Diane Setterfield| Genre: Fantasy | Pages: 464 The Blurb: On a dark midwinter’s night in an ancient inn on the river Thames, an extraordinary event takes place. The regulars are telling stories to while away the dark hours, when the door bursts open on a grievously wounded stranger.…Read More
It’s time to declare the 2020 resolutions. After much contemplation, I have rounded off my resolutions to a few that I hope to accomplish by the end of this year. But before that, let me tell you that in 2019, I had one simple resolution – to read an appreciable number of books; given the…Read More
If you are a voracious reader like me, there is no end to how many times you’ll get this asked by fellow readers, book lovers, and the likes. Not exaggerating. Seriously! Not boasting either. Honestly! I have no one way to answer this. But with the increasing number of times I am asked this; now…Read More
The sight of the table, when at length we filed into the dining room, sent a chill through me. It was a meal for the very young or the very hungry. The uncompromising coldness and solidity of the viands was enough to appall a man conscious that his digestion needed humouring. A huge cheese faced…Read More