Bibliophilia (23): The Set Up


Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐

I found this audiobook in my Audible free options, and it was short, so I gave it a go on my way back from work. I feared it would be just another blind-date-happily-ever-after, and though it sort of is, I didn’t hate it. Good job, Falguni Kothari.

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Bibliophilia (20): They Both Die at the End


Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Damn. That was brutal in ways I can’t begin to describe. The kind of of books that leave you hiding in your room, because you would look so lame crying at your phone screen.

You venture into this story knowing full well how it ends (spoiler alert: they both die at the end), but when it comes, you’re never ready for it. No one is ever ready for death. And it broke my heart.

What would you do if you knew it was your last day to live?

Bibliophilia: (1) The Kite Runner


The Kite Runner, by Khaled Husseini is one of the few books that had really  touched my heart.. I don’t remember a chapter that hasn’t moved me into tears, but here’s my favorite part; where I really cried!

“… I bow to the west. Then I remember I haven’t prayed for over fifteen years. I have long forgotten the words. But it doesn’t matter, I will utter those few words I still remember: La illaha il Al-laah, Muhammad u rasul ullah. There is no God but Allah and Muhammad is His messenger. I see now that Baba was wrong, there is a God, there always has been. I see Him here, in the eyes of the people in this corridor of desperation. This is the real house of God, this is where those who have lost God will find Him, not the white masjid with its bright diamond lights and towering minarets. There is a God, there has to be, and now I will pray, I will pray that He will forgive that I have neglected Him all of these years, forgive that I have betrayed, lied, and sinned with impunity only to turn to Him now in my hour of need, I pray that he is as merciful, benevolent, and gracious as His book says He is. I bow to the west and kiss the ground and promise that I will do zakat, I will do namaz, I will fast during Ramadan and when Ramadan has passed I will go on fasting, I will commit to memory every last word of His holy book, and I will set on a pilgrimage to that sweltering city in the desert and bow before the Ka’bah too. I will do all of this and I will think of Him everyday from this day on if He only grants me this one wish: My hands are stained with Hassan’s blood; I pray God doesn’t let them get stained with the blood of his boy too.

I hear a whimpering and I realize it is mine, my lips are salty with the tears trickling down my face. I feel the eyes of everyone in this corridor on me and still I bow to the west. I pray. I pray that my sins have not caught up with me the way I’d always feared they would…”