All posts tagged: Reading

Book Review: “The Night Circus” by Erin Morgensten

“The circus arrives without warning. No announcements precede it, no paper notices on downtown posts and billboards, no mentions or advertisements in local newspapers. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not.” Since I moved back home to Harare one of the biggest things I was missing from my Jozi life, was my book club. Not only did I miss the regular meet-ups with witty and feisty women-folk having very passionate (and usually loud) discussions over a selected book, but I also missed having a new book to read every month. So I consulted with a friend and we co-founded a book club together here. “The Night Circus” was my pick and the first book of the year. Now even though I am normally a big lover of “out there” and super fantastical books, this one pushed those limits and had me side-eyeing it…many a time.

10 Riveting Books That Have Stayed With Me

Have you ever read a book and it’s just stayed with you? Have you every found yourself carrying around characters, story-lines and dialogue around with you, the same way you would tangible memories you’ve made in real life? This list of books I’ve compiled today is made up of my literary ex-lovers (read: the kind that I actually want to remember and whom I do so quite fondly). These are books that I fell in love with on first read and that have stayed with me over the years. It was hard to narrow down the selection to just 10 books, but after many elimination rounds (a la American Idol style) these are the ones that were top of my mind and made the cut…

Book Review: “Atlas Shrugged” by Ayn Rand

“She was twelve years old when she told Eddie Willers that she would run the railroad when they grew up. She was fifteen when it occurred to her for the first time that women did not run railroads and that people might object. To hell with that, she thought—and never worried about it again.” ~ About Dagny Taggert It’s not everyday I go out of my way to purchase AND read a book because Mr Tall-Dark-And-Handsome whom I met at some random party claimed it was his favourite book and insisted I should read it. But here we are. Listen, I’m highly aware that this kind of literary venture could have gone very badly: It could have been a serious dud of a book, thus shattering all ill-placed-and-overly-exaggerated virtues I may have bestowed upon Mr Tall-Dark-And-Handsome; Reading said book could make me come across as a smidgen too eager *shrug*; and I would never be able to reclaim the many, many hours it took to get through the 1168 (!!!) pages that make up this book. …