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Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion
3.0
Warm Bodies is a retelling of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet in a zombie apocalypse. R is dead. he is a zombie without any identity to associate himself with. Julie is a feisty girl who is a hot mess. While on a food hunt with his zombie fellows, he comes across Julie. Instead of eating her, he saves her and an unusual but tender relationship begins.
Suddenly, he becomes a rebel and doesn't want to "live" in the grave anymore. He wants to breathe, to love, and Julie wants to help him. But the world they are trapped in, won't accept it.
Although the plot is not very new, it has a few good twists and turns. But, the characters are well described and vivid. Everyone has a purpose to be there, a way to drive the story forward. There were none of those sidekicks just for comical amusement.
It is humorous and tragic at the same time. You don't take back anything very profound from it but it still manages to punch you in the gut several times.
Suddenly, he becomes a rebel and doesn't want to "live" in the grave anymore. He wants to breathe, to love, and Julie wants to help him. But the world they are trapped in, won't accept it.
Although the plot is not very new, it has a few good twists and turns. But, the characters are well described and vivid. Everyone has a purpose to be there, a way to drive the story forward. There were none of those sidekicks just for comical amusement.
It is humorous and tragic at the same time. You don't take back anything very profound from it but it still manages to punch you in the gut several times.
Seahorse by Janice Pariat
4.0
Seahorse was nothing short of a magical experience. The way its written is sheer music or poetry.
Nem is a literature student in DU. He is roaming aimlessly one day so, as he can't sit on the lawn due to scorching Delhi heat, he attends a lecture by a guest lecturer, Nicholas, on Representation of the Buddha in art. This encounter made possible by slim coincidence (or destiny if you believe in it) results into them having a passionate relationship.
But one day, Nicholas disappears without leaving behind any trail for Nem to follow.
Some years later, Nem is working for an art journal in South Delhi when he is awarded a fellowship to London. While he is in a recital program in London, he recieves a note from Nicholas which plunges him into a frantic search for the art historian.
The characters are as real as they can be. they are not white or black but lead grey.
I went with my friends to a beach when I first came to Kerala. That side of the beach is not known to many people. Only some tourists or a few people lurk around there. It was the most breathtaking place. When I was standing at the shore, the water didn't touch my feet, so I went further. The second time also the water didn't come up to me. It was as if the sea was calling me towards it. I felt the same for this book. Every page was like a wave. Breaking at the shore. Drenching my feet. The next wave breaking nearer to the sea.
Nem is a literature student in DU. He is roaming aimlessly one day so, as he can't sit on the lawn due to scorching Delhi heat, he attends a lecture by a guest lecturer, Nicholas, on Representation of the Buddha in art. This encounter made possible by slim coincidence (or destiny if you believe in it) results into them having a passionate relationship.
But one day, Nicholas disappears without leaving behind any trail for Nem to follow.
Some years later, Nem is working for an art journal in South Delhi when he is awarded a fellowship to London. While he is in a recital program in London, he recieves a note from Nicholas which plunges him into a frantic search for the art historian.
The characters are as real as they can be. they are not white or black but lead grey.
I went with my friends to a beach when I first came to Kerala. That side of the beach is not known to many people. Only some tourists or a few people lurk around there. It was the most breathtaking place. When I was standing at the shore, the water didn't touch my feet, so I went further. The second time also the water didn't come up to me. It was as if the sea was calling me towards it. I felt the same for this book. Every page was like a wave. Breaking at the shore. Drenching my feet. The next wave breaking nearer to the sea.