I’d say books have nurtured my childhood as much as my parents and the grown-ups around me did. It’s a big deal when I say this because I belong to a state where the intellectual way to live is through being a ‘foodie’, and books aren’t exactly something you brag about at any stage in your life.
If you are a child and too much into books, you are too much of a “bhaneshri” (meaning bookworm; word a conjunction of “bhanvu” meaning to study, and ‘shri’ a common form of address conveying respect; this particular empithet is of sarcastic use, of course), if you’re an adolescent and like to spend time reading books, you’re trying to impress others, especially adults, and if you’re older and still reading books, you probably don’t have enough friends.
I may be exaggerating a bit but growing up Gujarati is fraught with peculiarities, but I’ll keep those for later. This blog is primarily about books. It’s an ongoing comment on my journey with my books. This is a precious one, for I feel we don’t pick books, it is books pick us 🙂
Reading list for 2017:
The Sellout by Paul Beatty
Deep Work by Cal Newport
Submission by Michel Houellebecq
The Art of Social Media by Guy Kawasaki
The Gene by Siddhartha Mukherjee
The Faithful Scribe by Shahan Mufti