WordWorship

As a child I had a wish of a photographic memory. Oh my pleasure when a teacher had said that maybe I had! Read/see something once and remember it all your life. No revisions, no studying before exams, no homework - just reading in class enough!! But then as I grew up, I realised what a curse it was. No, I do not have one but certain moments tend to get indelibly imprinted on your brain, which I cannot seem to shake off no matter how much I try. There are instances you want to forget - a bad boo boo you did, a moment of personal shame, a sweet memory that now cuts you to the core. But then one realises that there are no pros without cons. Memory Man by David Baldacci is the story of one such man. Amos Decker, a hyperthymesiac following a hit in which he died twice and came back is reeling under the memory of murders of his family. He starts to put his life back together when more than one and half year later his town is venue to a mass shooting, which is just the first link...

Huh!!!! back after a long long time. Feels different... both good and bad at the same time. Now, coming back to the topic. I just finished The Class. About 3 4 days ago. And here are my views on it. In one word, it was "amazing". I was reading the book for the 2nd or 3rd time and that, more or less, proves my love for it. It is an amazing and beautiful book that grips you and makes you introspect at the same time. I have not come across many books that can claim to do that. The Class, written by Erich Segal, follows the story of 5 men - Theodore Lambros, Jason Gilbert, Danny Rossi, Andrew Eliot and George Keller - students from the Harvard Class of '58(I think). It is their story, the story of their lives and the players that held a key role in each's. You get to read their journey to the hallowed grounds, the four tumultuous years and the lives thereafter and end with their 25th reunion where they realise that those they had once seen as combatants are really bro...

6 years... 6 years is the time lesser mortals like us had to wait for another offering by the great called Khaled Hosseini. Many books came and went in this time. Yet, there were few which rose up to the standards set by the amazingly beautiful, profound and touching A Thousand Splendid Suns . While there might be no specific line or quote I can recall from that book but each and every incidence in that book is so well etched in my mind that few of those still send a chill down my spine.

What do you expect when you pick up a book by an author whose name is enough to cause waves? An author whose writings are said to have transcended times, races and generations? What would a book contain that has been called "The greatest novel in any language of the last fifty years" by none other than Salman Rushdie himself?