I was cleaning up our living spaces upstairs, and as is my wont, I went around complaining (aka muttering- how no one picks up after themselves in this house) and picking up stuff from places they shouldn't be in. For all my complaints, I am no better myself - I have books lying all over... Continue Reading →
Le cart, this week.
People often ask for book suggestions. I find this intriguing though. For I believe, it is never a 'natural reader' who asks for recommendations. Such people, I am sure have a perennially long list of books that they desperately wish to get to. The list never ends and therefore they voluntarily never really ask someone... Continue Reading →