Book review #2 : The Moonlit garden

The main reason I picked up this particular e-book was because it cost me exactly the change that was left out of a kindle voucher I had received.  Also, the summary whispered sweet nothings about the book being a good read right when I was about to close the window. It was originally written in German but translated into English. Perhaps that’s why some things doesn’t seem to fit. Beauty of words are that though they can be roughly translated into thousands of languages, the essence only prevails in its true tongue. For a moment I wondered if I should have read it in German but unfortunately my German is as good as that of a kindergarten going child.

It’s 5:50 am and I stayed up all night reading the book because I couldn’t stand not finishing the book. The book begins with a mysterious man giving Lily a beautiful but old violin with a rose burned into the wooden design. Lily is a widow and an antique dealer in Berlin. She along with her best friend Ellen,  a restorer settled in London begin the adventure to uncover the mystery of why she got the violin and a composition sheet of “The moonlit garden” as they uncover the stores of two famous owners Rose Galway and Helen Carter. Both who were world-famous violinists but had rather mysterious disappeared or dead following their peaks . The book isn’t a great work of  literature but, it was an amazing page turner and kept me from sleeping without finishing it despite having a long tiring day. The book is set in 2011 and 1900s which gives an insight from all possible the view points.  I loved the idea of unravelling the story where all three narrative view points were given equal justice. The beauty was mainly because all three characters were from a different time lines. Each narrative threw light on their life, upbringing, view of the world around them and their own baggage of emotions or problems.  The plot can be expected after a certain point but, it’s close to the end of the book.

The book takes you to different places in search of its origins and that of its previous owners. It throws light on the strict life of the female violinists back in 1900s, their love for music and having to resist a life without what was normal for a woman back in their society. The 1900s scene was mostly set in colonial days of Indonesia both my Dutch and the English. I couldn’t possibly reveal a lot without gracing your screen with countless spoilers. Because it would result in you spamming me or even cursing me for spoiling you the joy of and good ol’ single time read. I could either say a lot or just not enough on how beautifully they depict the joy of playing music.

It’s a 3 out of 5 for me. Let me know down in the comments section if you’ve already read it / soon shall or not.

Good day to you!

P.S. Imagine me playing spring by Vivaldi as I bid you farewell.


Book review#1 Hello Mrs Funnybones!

I picked up this funny specimen of book because my dear friend, the Internet recommended me to (well, e-book because my mother once claimed that she’ll go broke soon if she keeps aiding to my habits any longer). Anyways, I had to control myself from laughing out loud and making sure no one in the train broke down the top secret hat I’m half crazy and god forbid! They’ll realise that half crazy is code for completely crazy when they get to know that charecters of books or the situations they get into are what make me laugh. Luck me my non existing expertise of yoga and my ever famous art of trying to keep a poker face ( read pursed lips and laughter filled cheeks ) helped me from being judged a little less than the time I laughed out loud in the silent school library. The author has an amazing knack of getting into rather comical situations and makes sure they’re depicted in the exact manner and successfully not butcherin the joke. It captures several little escences and just to honour her, I should probably make a To-do list.

1. The little things like the email that  butchers well, uses the mere sentence “My sister is dangerous and I need leave ” and the ample usage of  na(s) as a mandatory suffix to indianize English. Yes,  I’m pointing at YOU back when you’d say come na? Please ya! 

2. It spot on hits my emotions about every other uncle and aunty who have taken it upon themselves to make sure I sport art my day by wasting my time in opening their good morning or motivational day messages and pictures.  Because the only they it successfully does is gobble my data and try to make it nonexistent while my bill is exactly the opposite.

3. I’m definitely not a mother but she makes it sound as difficult as it actually is. I’m sure my mother would love to read the book if I pestered her enough but, I’d rather not take chances on being ridiculed for several of the silly mistakes I’ve commited as of now and of course the once I shall be in the coming future.  And I’m sorry of all the times I was a mess.

4. The usage of “I myself xyz” right after someone asks you for your “good/sweet name”. I’ve wondered if there was an alternative bad/salty/spicy/bitter names that people never told me about. Or rather I should take a trup down  to the birth registery office to get some official info on that.

8. Not a point. It’s just here because I like the number 8. And because it’s twice of 4. (Some nonsense rambling that you should  definitely skip. But it’s too late isn’t it?)

Surely there are several other points that made me laugh but, I’m really tired and lazy right now.

I’ll rate it a 4.5/5 and read this if you need a good laugh and break from your monotonous day.