Or maybe the fifth time’s the charm?
I don’t read. I don’t know why but I don’t.
And I don’t mind accepting this at all. Although some people find it surprising which again, I have no clue why.
I have read four novels in my life.
- The First was Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë. It was part of my class 12th curriculum. So I was kind of forced to read it. But it is a great book. I can very well read it again.
- The second was Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. It was also a part of my class 12th curriculum. I found it to be pretty great. More so because I could relate with the hero, Pip. I also saw a god-awful movie based on the book after I read the book. They butchered the book completely.
- The third was The Old Man and The Sea by Ernest Hemingway. It was part of my B.Tech. Second semester curriculum and it was so boring that I never read the whole thing. I left it midway and just read the synopsis.
- The fourth was The Bachelor Of Arts by R K Narayan. This was the first book I read by choice. I saw it with one of my friends one day and just thought I might like it. The name really appealed to me. She also had The God Of Small Things with her and I almost thought of reading that instead (Thank god, I didn’t) but since this book was thinner and Arundhati Roy is a big jerky, the choice was easy.
Now, after years of not having read any other book other than those related to my field, I bought this book last Sunday.
It’s The Da Vinci Code. Yes, people, I finally succumbed to all the hoopla surrounding this book. I have managed to read only 4 chapters till now and I don’t know how long it will take me to complete all the 67 chapters. It’s just okay till now. It better be good and worth all the trouble.
Wish me luck!!