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Infinite Country by Patricia Engel | Thoughts

   Published : 2021   ||    Format : print   ||    Location : Colombia ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆   What was it about the country that kept everyone hostage to its fantasy? The previous month, on its own soil, an American man went to his job at a plant and gunned down fourteen coworkers, and last spring alone there were four different school shootings. A nation at war with itself, yet people still spoke of it as some kind of paradise.. Thoughts : Infinite Country follows two characters - young Talia, who at the beginning of this book, escapes a girl’s reform school in North Colombia so that she can make her previously booked flight to the US. Before she can do that, she needs to travel many miles to reach her father and get her ticket to the rest of her family. As we follow Talia’s treacherous journey south, we learn about how she ended up in the reform school in the first place and why half her family resides in the US. Infinite Country tells the story of her family through the other protagonist, El

Haroun and the Sea of Stories by Salman Rushdie

Then the thing happened, the Unthinkable Thing. Rashid went out on to the stage in front of that vast jungle of a crowd, and Haroun watched from the wings - and the poor storyteller opened his mouth, and the crowd squealed in excitement - and now Rashid Khalifa, standing there with his mouth hanging open, found that it was as empty as his heart. Set somewhere in the land of Aladdin and Sinbad, Haroun lives in a city so sad that it had forgotten its own name. The people had forgotten how to laugh or smile, and even the fish that lived in the nearby sea were called glumfish. In this land of the sad, Haroun's father, Rashid, was the cheerful storyteller, whose never-ending stream of tales made people either very happy or very jealous. One day, Rashid's wife runs away with the neighbor, leaving Rashid heart-broken and incapable of making new stories, and Haroun unable to concentrate on anything for longer than eleven minutes. On the eve of a possible career- and life-destroy

The Sunday Salon: Reading a "challenging" author

We woke up this morning to no power. No idea what happened this time, but a lot of the neighboring buildings, if not all, had no power. No power in the US means nothing to do at home, except read. But since I like to start my day with a steaming cup of tea, for which I needed the range, for which I needed power, I went back to sleep. Even the dog went to sleep! A few hours later, power finally came, which is when I decided I could afford to wake up. So now, steaming cup on my desk, my day feels so much nicer already. There are three literary events coming up "soon" that I'm really looking forward to. Today, Aarti's reading tour of A More Diverse Universe is kicking off! Deciding a book for the tour was particularly hard for me, because I don't usually read fantasy, unless everyone is raving about a book. That is, I don't go looking for it myself. From the reading suggestions that many bloggers had posted, I chose a few books that my library had, and

The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides

Chucking her under the chin, he said, "What are you doing here, honey? You're not even old enough to know how bad life gets." And it was then Cecelia gave orally what was to be her only form of suicide note, and a useless one at that, because she was going to live: "Obviously, Doctor," she said, "you've never been a thirteen-year old girl." At 13, the youngest Lisbon daughter, Cecelia, slits her wrists in her bathtub one night and is discovered by the son of a town gangster. She lives, however, only to haul herself a month later from her window, this time succeeding in killing herself. The town, Cecelia's parents, and neighbors have no answer as to why Cecelia would commit suicide, and occasionally the remaining girls insist in varying ways that they are not like their crazy sister. Still, over the following year and a half, her remaining four sisters end up following Cecelia's initiative, killing themselves in different ways. I

Books in the Bag (Sep 17, 2012)

Where  Mailbox Monday  meets  Library Loot It's been a really long time since I talked about any of the books I acquired or borrowed recently. I don't much like keeping track of all the books that walked in, even though I take plenty of pleasure in staring through them. This Saturday, my husband was craving some iced tea while we were outside. I showed him the perfect place to get it - the indie bookstore right down our apartment. He smirked. Of course, we weren't going to walk out with just a $1 iced tea. I would probably have a few books in my arms and maybe a delicious coffee. Which is just what happened. I love browsing through the huge discount shelves at the indie store. They always have something in there that I want to buy. And at almost $4, they were quite a steal, especially when we're talking about chunksters or prized books. In these stacks, I found the first part of Marjane Satrapi's Persepolis , which is one of my favorite graphic books. I

The Sunday Salon: What I've Been Reading

I meant to write this post sooner. Six days ago. But for some reason, I kept pushing it off and before I knew it, it's Sunday again. After weeks of not blogging regularly, I've sort of forgotten how to do it. Which isn't nice, because when I'm reading all your posts on all the awesome books you're reading, I'm sitting in a corner like a sulking child who wants to be part of the action but doesn't remember yet how to put one foot in front of the other. Maybe I should host a party in my honor just to celebrate my return to blogging. Or maybe I should just blog. Today afternoon, I picked a book from the library that I had been waiting to read for months. Caitlin Moran's How to be a Woman has been getting interesting reviews across the blogosphere. More than the mostly positive feedback, it's the tones of the reviews that impressed me - everyone talking about the book has some very thoughtful and thorough responses to the book. It's not oft

The Sunday Salon: A refreshing vacation

It has been forever since I did a Sunday Salon. I keep planning to post something every weekend, start thinking about it on Saturday morning, get lazy by evening, and before I know it, Sunday is also almost over. Turning out to the be the same this time too, but a few things have changed since it got insanely busy for me "some" time back, so I'm finding the time to sit at my computer. This year, just like last year, I had summer hours at work. I got Fridays off (Yay!) but had to work 10 hours on Mondays through Thursdays (Boo!). I had done it last year, so why should it be any difficult this time? Turns out, there was something different - a crazy, jumpy, adorable like Jack Russell who needs her princessly walk four times a day. Between that and work and my own daily routines, I barely had time for anything. I'm glad it's over. I think I prefer working five days a week and being able to read/blog everyday rather than running against the clock four days a we

Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn

There’s something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold. On his fifth wedding anniversary, while Nick wonders thoughtfully about the state of his marriage with Amy, his wife disappears. There are signs of violence in his house, causing all fingers to point to Nick. Nick's own thoughts aren't guilt-free either. Alternating chapters with Nick's narration, Amy's diary reveals her side of the marriage up until that day. She isn't the easiest of persons to be around with, but her story indicates a marriage expectation gone sour. And then came Part 2 of the book. Like everyone else on Bloglandia, I'll have to not reveal any spoilers here. Most likely, you have already read this book. If not, you are probably planning to read it. Around the time this book started making waves, I was following bookish news on and off, mostly off. It seemed like suddenly this book rose up to the top of many must-read lists. Even then, I wasn't rea

The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry by Rachel Joyce

The silver-haired gentleman was in truth nothing like the man Harold imagined him to be. He was a chap like himself, with a unique pain; and yet there would be no knowing that if you passed him in the street, [...] It must be the same all over England. People were buying milk, or filling their cars with petrol, or even posting letters. And what no one else knew was the appalling weight of the thing they were carrying inside. Six months retired, Harold Fry goes about his daily routine doing pretty much nothing. His wife, Maureen, spends her days cleaning the house, as if someone might walk in any day. On one such boring day, a letter comes in the mail from a Queenie Hennessy saying she is dying from cancer. Suddenly overwhelmed, Harold wants to write something in his reply but is unable to pen down more than a few words. Still, he decides to post his insignificant letter and walks out. But when he arrives at the mailbox, he feels that he has arrived too soon. So on he walks to th