The pretentious writings of a self-proclaimed Book Nerd
It was only a matter of time before I was going to write a rant about this excellent novel. Well. To be more specific, this excellent novel/film/ABC mini-series (and yes, specifically ABC as they are an entity unto itself). To make things easier, let’s just call it a story.
I normally ent a judgin’ when it comes to literature, but Jodi Piccoult just asks for it. Seriously. As a commie at heart, I care not for the superiority complex some can get over their untranslated Dostoyevsky. In fact, I can sometimes be found chowing down on a diet of Mills and Boon, a grassy bit of lawn and a cocktail on a sunny day. Put quite simply, a good read is a good read. Which comes to my point…
Ok. I’m probably going to offend the whole reading population in about… a second, so brace yourself - I hated this book.
I know. Get your stones ready. Look. I’ll even get them ready for you… see… this is a nice sharp one. I only deserve it, right?
I was first introduced to this novel (epic is probably the more appropriate term) while on holiday with a rather free spirited friend.
“I’m reading Shantaram,” she said one day while we were basking in the holiday sun. My brain did not quite register this foreign sounding word.
“It’s amazing. It’s about this man who was one of Australia’s most wanted men because he escaped maximum security prison by the front wall.”
Huh? I get up on my elbows and look at her.
“Yeah. And through the work of God, he escaped to India and found salvation.”
Ah.
My cynicism sank back into the sand and washed the novel from my mind as she continued to wax lyrical about this book apparent.
As Mr WordPress once wrote: ‘Hello World!’ I too take on this excellent phrase as a welcome to my reading rambles. I guess this is just a little post to note that, while I have just posted about that excellent book ‘The Book Thief’, will inform that there may be posting of reviews at a speed much faster than the normal speedy reader may complete a 500 or so page novel. This is simply because there are a few books that I have read that have inspired me to write. So don’t worry - I don’t actually have superhuman reading powers. It’s ok.
