Lunatic in my head - By Anjum Hasan

Mostly the state of my mind, this time it’s the title of a book. 

I couldn’t finish it. Clocked only 56 pages. Anjum Hassan is my favorite and leaving her book not even mid way seems like not cheering a friend. But sometimes you have to tell your friends that their idea is just not your cup of tea. It’s not that I particularly like happy books but I also don’t feel entertained by ramblings of some depressed people in a dusty old town. 

Oh I love old towns but please show me their beauty and not empty lives of people there. While I like fiction and normal lives of day to day people. But here is the difference I like the humdrum and happy go lucky life of middle class people. It’s interesting. But then again some can be quite boring. I can ready my self a tragedy and cry a few tears but not the boring clueless ness. Life has to have a meaning and probably these guys were searching it. May be we all are.

So while I couldn’t finish the book, I have written enough big review to credit my favorite author. God is kind, she continues to write. And I keep looking fwd to her books. So what if I don’t like this one book. It’s not about loyalty it’s about taste. 

So tell me which book of your favorite author you didn’t like. JK Rowling’s Cuckoo’s nest or Jane Austen’s Romady. #Quiz 

Meanwhile enjoy some lines I picked up from the few pages I read 

Teachers in the college, regardless of age of marital status, addresses each other as Miss, as if their association with a connect endowed them all with the aura of virginity. 

The thought of a divorce- it’s novelty and its brutality - thrilled her. 

Something along the lines of how marriage is a moral testing ground in Austen’s novels.