Book Review-Great Expectations

By Charles Dickens

I wish, I could in simple words explain my earliest experience with Dickens but I seem to be in loss of words for I have no conclusion to provide. For sure, Dickens is the foremost literary figure and his work is applauded worldwide but I have nothing to say to back his gigantic façade.
It was a difficult read and all the more complex with Dickens’s witty sarcasm where I actually lost him. I received exactly what an ardent classics reader expects when he /she picks up a 19th century novel. Dickens’s style seemed different from his contemporaries and probably also the reason why he has been hauled all these years.
As to Pip’s expectations, he did fairly well by the end of it. Miss Havisham seemed a very complex character from the writer’s point of view and so did Estella, an extended form of Miss Havisham, but the author handled it very skilfully.
The story came up with some suspense as to who is Pip’s benefactor, whereas the reader had already discovered and later plotted Estella’s family tree as soon as the author introduces the idea of it. The novel’s predictability spoils its reputation but nevertheless it is a work of high regard for me.
I still have difficulty imagining Wemmick’s house at Warloth.

The Girl That Blew My Mind

I had gone shopping and came back with an image of a beautiful woman who blew my mind. I was walking around a bookstall in the mall when I came across a charming girl walking around the pile of books with her mind elsewhere and uninterested in what her company, apparently a boy, was saying. Instantly, I placed myself closer to get a better view. She had those mesmerizing hazy dark brown eyes but a pale look about her face. I wondered, what is that this pretty girl is troubled with and secretly wishing I was the answer to all her problems and that she would look right into my eyes and forget what it was that bothered her. I casually drifted behind her trying to find out what books she was looking over but her eyes dribbled over the pile so fast that it became increasingly difficult to identify her taste. She was dressed in a casual pink and grey striped tee hung loosely over her shoulders exposing the left string of her bra and the top of her cleavage. She wore a blue faded jeans accompanied with flats. The closer we came to each other the more conscious I became of my looks, so I resorted to digging my right hand in my right hand pocket and using my left hand to turn books and to stroke my hair occasionally. My lack of handsome exteriors couldn’t have disappointed me more than at that moment and how I wished that I were gifted with some beautiful features so that this enchanting girl would look up and notice them. Sadly, I don’t think the girl got a look of her admirer but she for sure left a mark on me. In those chaotic surroundings I was inspired to achieve the peace of mind to appreciate something I naturally admired and wished to see more of.

Book Review-Little Princes

By Conor Grennan

I haven’t been aspired enough to travel the world like a maniac until I came across the experiences of Conor. He has somehow stirred the feelings I have had within me for years and given me a sense of direction which only a few are able to do. On the other hand I am ashamed of myself for forgetting where I come from and how inspite of being a Nepali I was unaware of so many places and cultures in my own country.
It is a simple read, blended with emotions and journeys throughout and you live the story vicariously through the author’s words as if you are right behind him on his journey. My favorite part of his journey was the time he spent in Humla looking for families of the lost children and savoring the timeless expressions of parents, who were learning about their children they had lost years ago, in words. His only reward: food, shelter and their immense gratitude.
My gratitude to the author for his ceaseless works in my country and thanking him for inspiring me to do the same.


The idea to name it “Peace of mind” comes from the time i spent in school with my cousin. He had an ambitious plan to have sessions of intense debates open for all. He made me a part of it and somehow i feel i am making him a part of this.

Book Review-The Fault in Our Stars

By Jon Green

Sickness only makes romance a better read and the author has taken its full advantage, as he should have, to bring out the heartfelt emotion of its readers with his compelling little story about two young people in love. It is hard to imagine it as a bestseller because it was no incredible story but its popularity again proves the point that we value the ordinary too for without it there is no significance for the extraordinary. The character of Augustus Waters has had a notable impact on me with his bizarre means of pitying and his eccentric metaphorism to death. I like the way he pulls out a cigarette, puts it in his mouth and doesn’t give it the power to kill and metaphorically cheats death, which holds more importance to him than his life itself.
All books teach us something and if not what is the point of reading and thereby I have some lessons I will take back from the book. Firstly I learnt why life is so sought after from people who don’t have it and that I need to appreciate it for what it is and not crib about what it is not. Secondly cancer never seemed such cool way to die with all the cancer perks and the Genie Wish establishment. Lastly the book celebrates love reminding us yet again that there are no eligibility criteria that one has to be tall or short, thin or fat, rich or poor, cancer or no cancer but in faith that it exists.

Book Review-Jane Eyre

By Charlotte Brontë

Jane Eyre has only made my sickening thirst for classics evermore haste. My taste for novels isn’t the story or the plot but the author’s work of words that fascinate very inch of my imagination and “Jane Eyre” has struck me right where some books usually do. Charlotte’s descriptive writing turns my mind into a surreal dream so beautiful that reality seems so poor in the aesthetic sense.
My review wont be a synopsis but only my feelings about the book and also how it inspires me in different ways. After reading the book, I seem to look for beauty wherever I can find and take a while to appreciate very dimension of its handsome features.

The sun never looked or the moon ever so bright,
Or the clouds seem so much in light.
Give me the power
Give me the strength
To bring thy beauty in the heart of men
Who see nothing but pure sight.

Also, my favourite part in the entire novel is when Jane is left destitute and is wandering on new roads, sleeping under the open sky and feeding off on waste anybody who offered. How she isn’t afraid of poverty inspite of living all her life in an affluent environment but taking it up as a phase that will pass soon, as it did.