It’s been a while since I did a book review.
Not that I haven’t been reading. Quite the opposite actually.I just don’t seem to get a moment to sit down, fire up Mr Lappy, click cutesy pictures, copy excerpts from the book and then give my not-so-worthy two cents on the book!
Are you folks the same as me? The busier you get, the more you want to read?
In the car, on the plane, in the loo, in doctor’s waiting rooms, on the phone, on the dining table, while waiting for an auto, at the coffee shop, while watching TV, while the baby sleeps on you, at odd hours- at ALL HOURS!
Mr H thinks I have lost the plot. Again!
I complain to him about lack of sleep, but I stay up late and into the wee hours of the morning reading.
It’s a phase. I know that. So does Mr H. It comes and goes. And comes again. This darned, out-of- control bibliophilia.
The book- monster within is hungry. Gobbling up everything that comes in it’s wake.
A restless mind is an evil fiend. It ensares you with it’s malefic designs and never- ceasing mutterings.
It can be a curse.
And a gift.
It’s best if IT is kept occupied. Hence, the books. The endless rows of them.
Here are the two that I intend to review this week. There will be three “Nerdy Sundays” this week, Insha Allah. (Or five! Who knows…) At first I thought I’d review them together. Mainly because, they have a very similar theme.
A womanly peek into the Arab/ Gulf world.
The forbidden, mysterious world of floaty, designer abayas and seemingly unfathomable wealth. Of a unique, highly regulated, religion/ male dominated society that is often not understood or misunderstood by the rest of the world, especially the West.
So different, yet so alike all of us are.
Two women dare to write about their societies. One boldly, and the other with some reserve.
And yes, I still am a hardy- copy/ actual- paper- and- cardboard- book, kind of girl. But I am not averse to the occasional ebook, especially since I lead a nomadic existence these days!
Till next time..