The pretentious writings of a self-proclaimed Book Nerd
As you may or may not have worked out, most things I read have some element of stupidity in it. I enjoy stupidity. Like when boys punch walls when they are angry and break their hand, or when 20-pluses insists on drinking like 16-year-old with parents on holiday, the entertainment factor is high. Extremely high.
Which is why I so enjoyed reading The Dirt: Confessions of the World’s Most Notorious Rock Band; this bio is bascially an amalgamation of the two. Read the rest of this entry »
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.
