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Book Suggestions, please!!

I don’t understand what happens, and how this happens, but as soon as the holiday season kicks in, I start losing myself to negativity and uncertainty. I start losing all the hope and faith inside of me, and give in to the terrible anxiety and fear. These times are really trying, and however much I try it is extremely difficult to come out of it easily.

As always my consolation comes from books, being the recluse that I am. But somehow, whatever I am getting hold of recently seems to be depressing, either there is someone who dies, or something that keeps the protagonist in constant misery, there is only pain and suffering in what I am reading too.

So, basically I need book suggestions that do not include any kind of heartache. Please, I am really clinging onto you guys now, I need to revive my faith and get back on the right track.

I want to start my new year with something that brings smile to my face, and not with something that leaves me dejected and wondering.

Anything, please…. (You must know I am desperate, if only to read something good.)



Wondering why?

I don’t know why, but the darker the book’s plot, the more I tend to like it, so much so that I read it again and again.

So what is the darkest book you have read more than once?

Mine is:

A thousand splendid suns

-Khaled Hooseini.

Rummaging through the depths of the books

Sauntering through the streets, breathing in the sea breeze, I bumped into a book fare selling books by weight and I pulled my friend inside the hall, cancelling all other plans of movies and dinners. Just the mere whiff of the read pages, innumerable books stacked exquisitely got me oscillated which led me pulling out books one after the other until my basket was literally overflowing and I couldn’t drag it any longer. I was overjoyed with my new books, some of which I hadn’t even heard of but was excited to discover the new ones when my friend mentioned, “Mujhe aisa lagta hai jaise log kitanbe nahin but in kitanbon me khud ko dhund te hain.”

Translating it literally, “I feel the people aren’t finding books here but are trying to find themselves in the depths of these books.”

And all the while later I kept thinking how deep he had thought. Isn’t it true that we try to find ourselves in the books that we read?