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Book review: Love Among The Bookshelves by Ruskin Bond Quote: In time I was to learn that it's the onlooker who sees more of the party than the partygoer; that it's the man on the traffic duty who sees more of the passing show than the man behind the wheel; that the man on the hilltop sees the curvature of the earth better than the man on the plain; that the hovering vultures know who is winning the battle long before the opposing armies; and that, when all the wars are done, a butterfly will still be beautiful. The first time I found the name of P.G. Woodhouse, was when I read Ruskin Bond; the one who intrigued me about Wuthering Heights even before joining college was Mr. Bond; the one who told me you don't necessarily have to grasp everything Charles Dickens wrote was old Rusty. Love Among the Bookshelves is part memoir part anthology and part fanboying. The boy in Ruskin Bond never grew old. Here we also get introduced to the authors and poets who made a l

Book Review: M is for Magic by Neil Gaiman Quote: Stories you read when you are the right age never quit leave. You may forget who wrote them or what the story. Sometimes you will forget who wrote them or what the story was called. sometimes you will forget precisely what happened but if a story touches you it will stay with you one thing the places in your mind that you really   visit. *** Short stories are tiny Windows into the other world and other Minds another Dreams. they are Journeys you can make to the far side of the universe and still be back in time for dinner. Eleven stories range from the scary to the whimsical, the fantastical to the humourous- each a different journey . . . is what the blurb reads.   What I did not realize before buying the book that it was a collected collection of stories picked from the other three anthologies by Gaiman. Well, we can blame the cover as it so bewitching and the name of the anthology is so pretty! How to talk to girls at

Book Review: I was the Wind Last Night by Ruskin Bond When the sun is hidden behind grey clouds, but the heat has refused to wane and words on your screen don't make sense anymore; is the moment you take out your favourite author's book and rummage through it. I am not a poetry person, because of my ignorance about rhyme scheme and meters and metaphors; I consider myself a hard to impress reader of poetry. If it doesn't strike me the poem is not worth my patience. But something about this collection made me happy and peaceful, of course, I am biased towards Mr. Bond, he is one of the greatest literary love of my life. What always surprises me about his writing is clarity of his thoughts and his ease at breaking down most complex of relationships to a Haiku: Sweet-scented jasmine in this fold of cloth I give to you on this your bridal day, That you forget me not. I have been reading him since I was four, I understood him then and at twenty-fi