And Then There Were None – Book Review

Out of all the books that I have read, this is the only one that left me hanging the most, at huge, HUGE cliff-hangers, and that explains why I had to finish reading this book in like three days.

What had me lingering the most was that particular type of plot where people die one by one in a group, and you can keep guessing who the murderer is. I’m SO into crime novels, and I only realised it after I read this one.

The way that the story goes about, following the nursery rhyme of the soldiers, had me in awe, because the murders were so flawlessly planned by the author, as if coming from an actual mastermind. I felt as if I was there, present, among the characters on the lone island, and I mentally connected to them so much, that when they died in the story it left me all flabbergasted and everything, like it would have in real life. The author honestly couldn’t have written it any better.

Just when I finished reading, I had this urge to watch a movie based on it, just to see how it would look, and luckily I found this mini TV-series that was actually based on this book (by the same name). But then again, the way I felt the suspense in the book, it was incomparable to any other footage or photograph. Agatha Christie really put a lot of brain into it, and it worked out miraculous.

So, no spoilers this review! Because it would be the best experience ever when you find out who the murderer really was. 

Until then, keep reading! 

Veronika Decides To Die - A Review

“What does it mean to be mad?”

Does it mean you throw things at people or scare them away or become a loner? In short what people think is that being mad is being different. But it’s not like each one of us is similar anyway. What if everyone was mad and the actual ‘mad’ ones were normal? Then the normal people would be considered mad just because they’re different.

A keyboard without the QWERTY sequence of letters is abnormal. A person with different interests, in today’s metallic world, is abnormal. Imagine a mental hospital. What do you find there?

The girl fighting depression has the best drawing.

The boy with schizophrenia has the best heart and sweetest smile.

The woman who tried to kill herself plays piano flawlessly.

The kid who ran away and hit two people by accident has the best voice the cuckoo could never sing with.

Everyone’s seen the world through usual eyes but how many have tried to put themselves into different shoes? It’s pretty easy to think of having to control your mind but there comes a time when you no longer have control over your nerves or yourself. There comes a time when your mind roams freely around but the poor soul is trapped between narrow walls of fear, insecurities, problems, regrets.

It’s not their bad that they forget to look at the final reward rather than the compromises made to achieve it. At times they just need a hand to pick them up and guide them through the black walls into the rainbow coloured paradise that only comes to those who dream. All they need is a skyline, a horizon to their roaming thoughts and an open door to their trapped soul.

And who know all this better than Veronika? She knows that when you try to take your life everyone just assumes you’ve gone insane, and when you beg and claim that you aren’t mad, there’s no one who wouldn’t recommend you a doctor. She knows what death is, she’s seen what death is, oblivious that she had all the life left in her that she ever needed. Life gives her a choice: to be wilful and have her life back, or behold, awaiting death. Now no spoilers about whether she finds a way out, but one HAS TO HAVE this book on their bucket-list no matter what.

Firstly you get to experience a ride into a very different person’s mind and see the world from their shoes and understand what it really feels like to be eaten by inner cannibals inside. Secondly the beautiful and persuasive words of Paulo Coelho are the best guide to take you through all of it.

No writer could’ve done it better to be honest.

A good concept, a great writer, what else do you even wish from dear life!!?

Veronika decides to die would make you cry and feel great about the precious and rare gift of life, playing with your mind and you being oblivious about it.

The title is just a spoiler, it doesn’t tell the story at all. This book doesn’t lead you into negative thoughts but it makes you want to live life and live it like you were to die any unknown moment.

Veronika awaits her death and decided to enjoy her very last day, and on that last day begins the rest of her life.

The book has a PLOT TWIST, mates.

You should totally be bringing over it at the moment, under your blanket since it is January. Amazing feels on fleek.

There’s something in the book about some research about this thing called the ‘vitriol’ which changes hormonal stuff inside you and stuff like that, which is pretty interesting and new in itself.

Now, READ TO FIND OUT!

GO DO IT!

                                          

Farewell, 2015

I don’t know how to say a perfect goodbye to 2015. But I would’ve made a toast. 
A toast to all those nights I spent crying, all those times I brought myself up, all 
those times I wiped my tears and stepped back up, all those days that felt sunny 
and cheery, all those good and bad moments, all those mistakes, all those lessons 
that the year had to give me. And every word that people said to me or I said to 
people, will be remembered firmly in this heart. A shout-out to the novel PS I 
Love You which changed my perspective at the end of the year, gave me strength
and made me positive. For all those moments that I had to hold back my tears, 
fake a smile, or force a laugh, I will thank 2015, because those moments only made
me tougher and stronger. On this last night of 2015 I sat down to write this farewell 
because this year has been as special to me as no other has ever been. I’ve changed 
my favorite songs, my favorite food, even my favorite people. I’ve tried things for
the first time, achieved milestones, and have been proud. I’ve giggled with a lot of 
people but I’m thankful for those I’ve wept with. Farewell, 2015; I welcome you with
open arms 2016.