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Author: Perumal Murugan Total Pages: 240 Total approximate words: 71000 The novel was originally written in Tamil, and then translated in English. I am guessing, the Tamil read would be more tantalizing, because I firmly believe, some of the original beauty gets lost in translation. Having said that, the version that I read, has been quite a treat too. The story revolves around a couple who were married for twelve years and were childless, despite all their efforts in pleasing all kinds of gods, and trying every available means. The setting of the story is in the pre independence era in a remote village in the south of India. The couple despite having no child, were very much in love with each other despite their families encouraging the man to marry again, for the sake of having a child. The man, however, at times thought about getting married again too, because of societal and family pressure, but promised his wife, that only if she liked the other woman, then he will bring her home, otherwise not. But because of his wife’s tantrums, and also for his love towards her, he waived off such thoughts. The families however were so desperate, that they even considered the wife sending to another man in the name of god, just to get her impregnated. Despite Kali the husband, strictly prohibiting the families to even think of such unethical means, the wife’s brother succeeds in deceiving her and makes her believe that Kali was okay with her going to another man in the name of god to have a child. Because of the circumstances, the wife, Ponna doesn’t get an opportunity to verbally hear the consent from her husband, and trusts her brother’s words and reluctantly agrees. After all, that would give them a child, and that is what they both have wanted for so long. The story ends, with Kali discovering that his wife has gone with another man for a night, and abuses her of cheating on him. The narration has an old-world charm, perhaps because the story is set in the yesteryears. The words used for the most part is easy to understand. The plot is not gritty but it doesn’t get monotonous at any point. The narration is neither fast paced, nor very slow. It is just about apt for a laid-back leisure reading. The character building is diligent and it sincerely tries to take the reader inside the character’s mind, which for me is a personal treat while reading a fiction. On a scale of ten, I would rate this book a good 8. Disclaimer: This review is based on my personal reading and understanding of the book with my own limited experiences and knowledge. It doesn’t guarantee the same level of satisfaction/ dissatisfaction to other readers and the reviews could vary from individual to individual. Happy reading!

Author: Dan Brown Pages: 590 Total approximate words: 1,94,000 Wow what a read! My absolute good fortune to be able to get my hands on such incredible books, that too, back-to-back (I read The Martian before reading this book, check the review here, https://www.thebookgully.com/post/the-martian). I was almost sad as I reached towards the end pages, realising that I would have to part ways with Robert Langdon, and Sophie, and Leigh Teabing, and almost every character that I came to learn about through this thriller of a book. Wouldn’t want to give any spoiler alert by writing much about the story. It is a thriller & suspense novel, with conspiring stories about one particular religion. There is a lot of chase involved between the characters, as they venture out to find the ultimate truth which is also a secret. The chase has endless cryptographic riddles, limited time, the police, and some secret society involved. The story has twists and surprises like any good thriller fiction, and a decent amount of drama. The story continuously develops with every chapter and builds on the suspense. Excellent plot making and character detailing. The vocabulary used reflects that the writer is a native English speaker, and that made me look up the meaning of quite a few words in the dictionary (I actually like it, as it helps me learn new and fancier words for my own writings). Despite being a bulky 590 pages, at no point did it feel like a drag, or even monotonous. The details about the historical references, including people and places is described with such aptness that it reflects the generous amount of research that has gone in the making of the story. It is a feel-good factor for me, when the author does this kind of due diligence, and treats its readers as someone who would appreciate the details that all the ground work brings in for the creation of a beautiful narration. If you like reading thrillers/suspense fiction novels, this book is a no brainer. I would rate this book a straight up 9/10. Disclaimer: This review is based on my personal reading and understanding of the book with my own limited experiences and knowledge. It doesn’t guarantee the same level of satisfaction/ dissatisfaction to other readers, as well as the reviews could vary from individual to individual. Nevertheless, happy reading!

Author: Andy Weir Pages: 369 Total approximate words: 1,39,000 Wow! Been a while I actually read something so prolific, so brilliant, so intricately detailed, so technically researched, so intensely imagined as this one hell of a blockbuster book as THE MARTIAN. I am sincerely out of adjectives to describe what a pleasure it was to read it. Another book that has similar vibes (kind of comes closer to the technicalities that an author gets into, of the protagonist and his/her environment) would be Yann Martel’s LIFE OF PI. I am sorry for using the F word here, but THE MARTIAN is one fucking awesome book. For people who haven’t watched the movie yet (please, please read the book irrespective), here is a teeny tiny (because a summary will not justify the incredible story) brief of the story. The story is of a man, Mark Watney (quite a legendary character), an astronaut who was on mars mission with five other astronauts, meets with an unprecedent accident during one of the stormy hours in the rocky-sandy planet, and is assumed dead by other astronauts, who are almost immediately forced to do an emergency evacuation from the planet because of the same storm, leaving Watney’s assumed dead body behind. Watney however miraculously survives the storm and the accident, and gains consciousness many hours after his shipmates are gone. He spends the next one and half years (549 days in mars) all by himself, figuring out how to survive on Mars, with limited food and water (from the artificial habitat that was created for the astronauts to stay for the limited time they were supposed to be there) and no communication with the Earth. The next 300 pages are how he used his mechanical engineering and botanist skills to grow potatoes in mars, convert his urine into drinkable water, make more water by extracting hydrogen from the rocket fuel hydrazine and combining it with oxygen (so there is enough water for the potatoes to grow), use plutonium to heat the water and heat the Rover (because Mars is cold as fuck in the night) that was available to drive around, converting the Rover into a mini trailer and driving more than 3500 kilometers in the rocks and crater filled terrain to get to the possible launching site to be able to have a chance to make it to the passing by Hermes (the ship that had the other five astronauts in it), which was attempting to rescue Watney and then eventually making it to Earth after another 211 days (hopefully; the book ends after Watney makes it to Hermes, so who knows Andy Weir might make a sequel to the book and dramatically change the expected ending into a an unexpected story, also because that’s what authors do, they fuck with your mind). This book is a high on the cloud 9.5/10. Too many engineering/space/math jargons for this peasant as me to keep up. But that’s not Andy Weir’s fault, that’s my lazy ass that hated math in school. The occasional F words in my review might make it sound like a PG rated review, but the book is definitely for all ages, assuming kids below 12 won’t have the patience to finish reading such books. On that note, Ciao. Disclaimer: This review is based on my personal reading and understanding of the book with my own limited experiences and knowledge. It doesn’t guarantee the same level of satisfaction/ dissatisfaction to other readers, as well as the reviews could vary from individual to individual. Nevertheless, happy reading!

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Author: Amish Tripathi Pages: 374 Total approximate words: 104,000 RAAVAN is the third book of the RAM CHANDRA SERIES. RAM and SITA are the protagonists of the first two books. As the name suggests Raavan is the protagonist in the third one. Amish uses a multi linear narrative to connect all the three books to the fourth book (yet to be launched). Contrary to what I have known and learnt about Raavan through all kinds of television soaps, story books and the school book version of the Ramayana, this book tells a very different tale about Raavan, which is both refreshing and surprising, to say the least. Having born with a physical deformity, Raavan wasn’t exactly the apple of his parent’s eyes. His natural instinct to always win, and be at the top of the game by hook or crook was something that he nurtured from a very young age. When his father abandons him and his baby brother (also born with physical deformities) along with his mother, it was Raavan who realized that he was the eldest man in the family and was responsible for their protection. And all that at the tender age of nine. His circumstances made him ambitious to the brim and he almost always achieved what he wanted. He became a ruthless trader, smuggler and warrior before even reaching his twenties and becoming the wealthiest king of the Indian subcontinent. The entire book is an amalgamation of numerous such incidents from his childhood until he reaches to his sixties and kidnaps Sita to avenge his goddess, in his despise for India. Raavan is almost twice the age of Ram and Sita. The narration has the details of the entire sixty years of Raavan’s life. The details however are narrated in a witty and engaging way. At no point did the descriptions felt like a drag. The book has shown Raavan as an extremely intelligent man from a humble background who went on to become the richest king of the world. The fantastic part about the narration is that despite showing Raavan’s larger than life story, the story at no point glorifies the villain in him. Amish perfectly portrays Raavan’s monstrosity by throwing ample light at other important characters, like the calm and a more sensible Kumbhakarna, and the Kanyakumari that Raavan falls in love with, and her husband who was an honest and respectful trader, very unlike Raavan. Also, despite portraying Raavan as a villain, the author also shows how independent Raavan’s character was, not only in terms of finance but also in terms of emotions. The book is a roller coaster ride as the story unfolds in layers and connects the many dots from the previous two parts of the RAM CHANDRA SERIES. It is gripping, extremely interesting, and does justice to the title of the book RAAVAN. I would definitely give it an 8.5 stars out of ten. Disclaimer: This review is based on my personal reading and understanding of the book with my own limited experiences and knowledge. It doesn’t guarantee the same level of satisfaction/ dissatisfaction to other readers and the reviews could vary from individual to individual. Nevertheless, happy reading!

Author: Amish & The Immortal Writer’s Centre Pages: 325 Total approximate words: 81000 REVIEW I have read almost all of Amish’s books (my sister’s recommendations), and have never been disappointed. I have also read a lot of other mainstream ‘hyped’ Indian authors. The difference is massive. From the quality of narration, to the plot development, to the attention to details. This particular book, however was different. Or at least it appeared so from the book cover (no, not the cover design). This book is a combined effort of Amish and his own group of writers under the name “The Immortal Writer’s Centre”. Amish has written briefly about it before beginning the story. So, I would be lying if I say that I didn’t have my doubts. As I started reading it, my doubts were immediately and happily erased by the narration, just within the first few pages. I couldn’t stop reading it and finished it in just two days. The story is above average, and Amish sticks to what he does best, historical and mythical characters and their stories in defending their motherland. The plot has its own fair share of twists and surprises. The writing flow is smooth and each character has been given sufficient depth. Despite being a reasonably thick book (81,000 words), it at no point made the story feel like a drag. The narration has a lot of war scenes (classic Amish), and each scene are explained with such wit that the descriptions doesn’t feel like a cliché and subjugates monotony. The writers have beautifully and patiently crafted quite a few scenarios where each aspect (religious, social, political) have been beautifully described through the characters in the story. One of the major drawbacks of any narration is when the protagonist is displayed as the all-perfect individual, and all other supporting characters are shadowed by the only ever and always shining protagonist. Amish does not do that with his stories. He intricately describes each and every character and makes them all stand out, along with portraying that no hero is invincible, not at all times. To say it is ‘just a good book’, would be utterly undermining it. SUHELDEV is a brilliantly written book by Amish and the Immortal Writer’s Centre. A must read for all book lovers out there, all over the world. It does not have any PG (Parental Guidance) rating, hence can be read by all age groups. In the sea of mediocrely (and sometimes poorly) written fictions by so many Indian authors, Amish’s books save the day (along with a few handful others). It is a bang on 9.5/10 stars. Disclaimer: This review is based on my personal reading and understanding of the book with my own limited experiences and knowledge. It doesn’t guarantee the same level of satisfaction/ dissatisfaction to other readers and the results could vary from individual to individual. On either case, happy reading!

Unlike a lot of kids, my school days were far from exciting. I had extremely strict parents. That meant, no TV (almost always), no hanging out with friends (ever), scarce playtimes and never, ever a complaint from the teacher. All those were expected of me and my sister irrespective of anything. I was so terrified of my father, that when my math’s teacher slapped me (the first and last time I ever got slapped that hard by a teacher apart from my father) for not doing the homework, I literally begged him not to inform my father (surprisingly he agreed too). Any complaint from any teacher about the two of us was unforgivable for him, and what usually followed were days of scrutinizing every small activity of ours and extra sternness on top of the already existing mountain of stringency. Amidst all these, the only form of entertainment for me were books. No, not text books, obviously; but novels, comics, magazines, short stories, and all kinds of literary entertainment that could be considered as an entertainment for a ten-year-old! That’s when I met Blyton’s creations. I am 31 now, and I recently read an Enid Blyton. I can’t say that I enjoyed reading it as much as I did when I was younger, however all those memories (fond and not so fond) came back flooding. One of those was, when I came third in the half yearly examination in the sixth standard, the most popular girl of my class invited me over to her place (only because she got one rank short of third). Her room was a wonderland for any kid who loved colors, children’s books, pop songs, dolls, and Lego. From crayons, to sketch pens, to water colors to glitter pens, to Famous Fives, Secret Sevens, Hardy Boys, and what not! I was elated to have the honor of being in her room as she showed me all that treasure. I loved every minute of it. The books that she owned were the only thing that I could get from another place, the school library, rest all were too far fetched for me. And thus, my escapades with the Blyton Books started. It was the closest thing that I could give to myself in the name of entertainment. With time, my taste evolved to all kinds of genres, with richly written stories that touched my heart and tickled my brain, and left an everlasting lingering feeling of a special kind of happiness; the one that only a book lover knows about. Coming to think about it, if it wasn’t for all that strictness of my parents (and my introverted ass), I might have never turned towards this lane of books, and stories and imagination, and fantasies, for comfort! What a miss it might have been! On that note, if and when I have children of my own, I am going to opt for alternatives to try and make them love books in ways other than making them feel like grades are the only way to grow in life.

Author: Paulo Coelho Total pages: 287 Total approximate words: 77000 Back in 2015, when I read the book for the first time, the story felt a little less comprehending. I was in my mid-twenties, still single, madly in love with this guy I just met. I just couldn’t understand why would someone commit infidelity after being married to the love of their life! Six years later, when I read it again, I am a married woman myself. My perspective has changed significantly, if not substantially. May be now I do understand the monotony that long term relationships bring, but again, that was why I got married at the first place. Anything stable is monotonous, safe is boring, and I love boring. And so, I love being married. The book is good for reflection, if you are considering to get married while thinking that every day in the marriage would be a different, exciting day. Paulo Coelho breaks the myth in this book. However, it is just a mere fiction. And anything is possible in the world of imagination! SYNOPSIS Linda, the protagonist lives in Geneva, with her two beautiful children and a loving husband. They both are very successful in their respective profession. Despite having the perfect family life, she is not very happy, and in fact is often under depression. Until, one day her work as a journalist with a major newspaper agency gets her an interview with Jacob, a politician, and her ex-boyfriend from school. Old sparks come back between them, and after that day they start having a secret affair. Linda is happy that her life finally is adventurous and that she doesn’t feel any guilty cheating on her husband for ten years. However, eventually she realises that she was falling for Jacob, who was also married to a woman who controlled every aspect of his life. When Linda confesses her feelings to Jacob, he simply tells her that she should see a marriage counsellor. This upsets her and she sets out to take revenge. But instead of targeting Jacob, she targets his over controlling wife, whom Linda despised. She buys thirty grams of cocaine and plans to plant it on Jacob’s wife, but at the last minute she changes her mind. Surprisingly Jacob sends a message to Linda saying that he wants to see her again. Lina immediately agrees and they start seeing each other secretly again. Despite assuming that her little affair with Jacob, would solve her problem of depression, she realised it more profoundly that she was just another object of lust for him, and that he had been in such affairs many times. With a revolting heart she decides to talk to her husband about her depression (not about the affair, not yet at least). The husband calmly listens to her and suggests taking medications, and have some family time. The solution doesn’t really help Linda. On one of the following evenings, the couple is invited for a gala party where Jacob and his wife were also invited. After the party, Jacob’s wife insists that the four have dinner together. During the dinner, she starts a discussion about jealousy and extra marital affair in married couples. The discussion gets heated, and Linda and her husband decide to take their leave. Linda feels helpless and guilty for the next couple of days thinking that her husband might have figured something about her affair with Jacob from the dinner that night. Her husband’s silence makes it harder for her. Eventually she decided to tell her husband everything. And when she prepares the evening with some wine and cheese, her husband does all the talking instead of her. Without even knowing the whole truth, he admits that its his fault that he is unable to spend time with his wife, and that he loves her with all his life and he would do everything to keep her in his life. Listening to her husband, Linda gets emotional. She decides to break up with Jacob once and for all. She however doesn’t tell her husband about the affair anymore. In a few days Linda visits Jacob in his office and they have sex, but this time it was how she wanted and not him. At the end she tells him that they wont see each other anymore, and that her husband still loves her and she was worth something to him. A perplexed Jacob pretends to be busy as she walks out of his office with her head held high. The story ends with Linda doing a para gliding against her reservations about the same. She is enthralled by the experience and feels alive like she never felt before. Linda and her family enjoys the season’s first snow together in a few days. CONCLUSION The story has a very European vibe. The characters have a very different mindset compared to if it was written with Asian characters in mind. The culture difference is apt and is loud and clear. The protagonist problem of having a monotonous despite a financially and socially secure life with the assumption that somehow a therapist will help less than an extra marital affair is appalling. It is kind of an unrelatable plot for many people living on the other side of the world (but again many might relate). The story has intimate scenes according to the plot requirement, but the description of those scenes in no way sound like cheap porn, which is quite a pleasure to read. The ‘cheating scenes’ are described in technical details, which is interesting and sensible, considering the title of the book. Each important scene in the story has the right amount of drama, instead of too much. The break up shown at the end between the two main characters of the story are just so adult like. No cursing, jealousy, or violence, considering the story was majorly on the pursuit of lust. I would definitely read the book again. Paulo Coelho has a mastery over his creations and reading this book simply justifies that. I would rate this book a 7.5/10 Ease of reading: 9/10 Character/ Plot building: 7/10 World Building: 7/10 I hope you enjoy the book as much as I did, and more. Happy Reading! DISCLAIMER This review is based on my personal reading of the book and understanding it with my own limited experiences.

I remember the first time I walked into a room full of strangers. Some twenty odd people, all in their early twenties, some even less, and one middle aged gentleman. Everyone looking sharp in their business attires, and neat hair do. Even some of the men looked so pretty that it was intimidating! I mean I was not the best-looking person in any room all my life, but having men this good looking was like god’s way of having fun with my self-esteem! Anyway, that room full of gorgeous men and women was an interview room for an airline. It was scary to say the least. Born and raised in the outskirts of an extremely tiny town, I didn’t even know how an airplane looked from the inside. And there I was, competing with all those pretty faces to be a flight attendant! Of course, my chances were bleak, like the fairness on my skin, which was a major criterion. My armpits were sweating, and so were my palms and feet. I was anxious, even before the calm middle-aged man started talking about the interview process! Finally, when my turn came, I overcompensated my average looks with my above average communication skills. In short, I yapped, quite a lot, in fact more than anyone else there! Ten years later, I am feeling exactly the same, as I write this very first blog for my website. Nervous, anxious, fear of not being good enough. These fears of mine has always been real, for I have repeatedly met individuals who were astoundingly better than me in every aspect possible. But over the years, I have learnt that, it doesn’t matter. I would still march on with everything that I have, and hopefully make it worthwhile for myself, and for those who accepted all that I had, have to offer! By the way, I got rejected in that interview. And in the seven more that followed. I eventually made it on the ninth interview, three years from the very first one. Please, feel free to introduce yourself in the comments section, and do subscribe for my latest blogs about all kinds of books, their reviews and updates about ‘new books to read for free’ on TBW.

Aren't they? My love for reading goes back to all the way when I was about eight years old. We were going for a family trip from New Jalpaiguri to Vellore. It was almost a 36 hours train journey in the sleeper coach. My father bought the infamous book PANCHATANTRA from the railway platform, somewhere on the way. I have bits and pieces of memories of reading the chapters in Hindi, loudly to my parents, especially after dinner, before sleeping. Since then, my love for fictions only increased with time. The school library, which had a thousand books neatly stacked in its cupboards, was my favorite place in the earth. So much so that I would visit the library even during the summer and winter holidays. It was the only time when I didn't have to wait for my turn to read a book or issue one under my name. Oh, what a wonderful feeling it was, to have the whole library to myself! Bundles of Tinkles, Readers Digests, Famous Fives, the Secret Sevens and what not! At about twelve years of age, I finally discovered the American Comic book Archie and Friends. The library just got a huge donation of almost a hundred of those comic books and I felt like I was introduced to a new realm of reading. It wasn't until my father saw one of those comic books under my pillow, that I came to know about his huge dislike for them. He made it very clear that day, that reading comics was simply a waste of time, and that they don't contribute to learning English at all. To tell you about my father, he was a bit of a dictator in the house. So, I had no other option other than to continue my affair with these colored books of pictures, in extreme secrecy. That entire year all the way until I finished my school at the age of sixteen and a half, I read each one of the comic books that the library had. Jughead, Betty, Veronica, Chacha Choudhury, Supandi, and all the other digests, and the double digests. A couple of times, I did get the 'Indian parent lecture' and a thrashing here and there, but it was all worth it. To tell you the truth, the comic books only increased my intensity of love for books, if I may put it that way. I was probably one of the few students in school who took full advantage of having access to free books. The comic books were just one of the many genres that I enjoyed along with Harry Potter books, Enid Blyton books and PremChand books. I am 31, and I still buy comic books. I do get some looks when I am reading them in the train, or bus or even in my house, but I have long grown out of it. In fact I honestly believe that after animated movies, comic books are the best! Happy reading people! & do share your favorite comic book character in the comments.

As kids, me and my sister had less access to the TV, than we had to libraries. Video games were non-existent in our house, and the only phones that were available during the 90s were the landlines. As a family, our sources of entertainment were scanty. Part of it was of course lack of money, and the rest was just my parents being Indian. The black and white television was only switched on during the half an hour dinner session, and depending on my father’s mood, a few Sunday mornings. In all my school years, as a family we went out for movies only twice; once when I was six, and then when I was eight. If the Homework was done on time, then my father would occasionally reward me and my sister with an extra half hour of TV during the cartoon shows. Perhaps that’s why I grew up reading more books than watching any of the soaps or movies during my school days. It wasn’t until I started pursuing my degree, that I finally had access to cinema halls without having to seek my parent’s permission. And oh boy, did I not take full advantage of that! I bunked classes and went for movies, bought pirated CDs and watched them when the house was empty, even had a huge Daniel Radcliffe poster hung (briefly) on one of the walls of my shared room. As I stepped into adulthood, quality of the Indian cinema didn’t appeal to me as much as my old friends of books did. My relationship with books gradually became biased, and I kind of lost interest in movies, until I found out about Torrentz (was a site to download movies for free) from this guy I started seeing. I started downloading different genres of movies from all over the world, and watched movie marathons with comfort food and old monk for months (I was working of course too). A whole new world of imagination and story telling lay in front of me, and I dipped myself in it regularly, religiously. And then Netflix happened! It became like the library for me, but with access to movies, and stories, animations, stand up, abstract, non-mainstream content from all over the fucking world. A plethora of original, mind-blowing, mind bending, forced to think and contemplate kind of content was flooded to my mind and my eyes. For the first time in my life, I kind of, was able to comprehend what an art cinematography is. Watching creations like Black Mirror, Pre-Destination, Joker, Annihilation, Breaking Bad, Parasite, Interstellar, Into the Wild, Her, Sacred Games, Ghoul, Rick and Morty, to name just a few fragments of the bigger universe, made me see a whole different world of film making and creativity. Like great authors, great film makers are inspirational. I dive into the imaginative space of a good book as much as I indulge in understanding the creativity of a good film making. A good book is no greater than a good movie. I will have both, please. The dynamics of creating a film and writing a novel are completely different, much like the North and the South Pole. And now is the right time to take all my prejudices back from every movie that I have watched that was based on a novel. I love you both, equally.

We have reviewed ten books so far in THE BOOK GULLY, with our very first review out, on the 1.09.2021, exactly forty-five days ago. The excitement to read the books are always high, sometimes higher than usual. At times, the excitement grows through the book, and ends with a blissful satisfaction that only a reader can experience. Other times, the excitement wears out after a few pages, and then the only pursuit that remains is honoring the commitment of finishing what we started. Especially so, because that’s what we do here at TBG. We read, so we can suggest you, which ones to skip and which ones to run for, which ones you can just borrow for a one time read, and which ones are to be treasured life long, for diving again and again in their magical worlds. If you have not yet gone through our individual published reviews, here is the list of the ten books that we have reviewed so far: Dreams from My Father by Barack Obama (Non-fiction/ Memoir) https://www.thebookgully.com/post/dreams-from-my-father Love Story by Erich Segal (Fiction/ Romance) https://www.thebookgully.com /post/love-story Poor Economics by Abhijit V Banerjee & Esther Duflo (Non-fiction/ Experimental economics in poor countries for the poorer sections of the society) https://www.thebookgully.com/post/poor-economics The Hunt for Rama’s Bow by Suhail Mathur (Fiction/ Drama based on Indian Mythology) https://www.thebookgully.com/post/the-hunt-for-rama-s-bow Daily Inspiration by Robin Sharma (Non-fiction/ Self-help) https://www.thebookgully.com/post/daily-inspiration-robinsharma The Fault in Our Stars by John Green (Fiction/ Teen Romance) https://www.thebookgully.com/post/the-fault-in-our-stars The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck by Mark Manson (Non-fiction/ Self-help) https://www.thebookgully.com/post/the-subtle-art-of-notgiving-a-fuck A Chance at Happiness by Aseem Vadehra (Fiction/ Short-stories) https://www.thebookgully.com/post/a-chance-at-happiness Loving Pablo Hating Escobar by Virginia Vallejo (Non-fiction/ Memoir) https://www.thebookgully.com/post/loving-pablo-hating-escobar Yes, My Accent is Real by Kunal Nayyar (Non-fiction/ Memoir) https://www.thebookgully.com/post/yes-my-accent-is-real Out of these ten, it is definitely impossible to pick just one favorite, so we are gonna give you not one, not two, not three either. Four it is! Four personal favorites that the TBG team can indulge in ‘n’ number of times, where ‘n’ stands for any number more than two. Oh! What a joy it was to read these books, again, and yet again. In no specific order, below is the list: Yes, My Accent is Real by Kunal Nayyar (Non-fiction/ Memoir) The Fault in Our Stars by John Green (Fiction/ Teen Romance) Dreams from My Father by Barack Obama (Non-fiction/ Memoir) The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck by Mark Manson (Non-fiction/ Self-help) We sincerely hope, that these four beauties make it to your sacred space. (Yes, we meant the book shelve.) Happy Reading! Love, TBG