The smell of dusty old books

Here is the thing... I live on a mountain. As a student living in a hostel far away from home, I am broke on good days. So despite being a worm who eats up books, I have not in fact bought one in over a year. That is not to say that I have stopped reading but I have resorted to simply downloading them off the internet. That makes projectguttenber.org my best friend but it has also kept me away from actual pages. And I love reading books.

When I was young our home at the time actually had a tiny claustrophobic room that housed all our books. I would sit there for hours at a time crouched in one of the bookshelves (they were big enough for a skinny kid to sit on) and would read books for hours to end. I can still remember reading Little Women while munching potato wafers and being angry at the fact Jo didn't love Laurie (I still am actually). I remember the smell of the book, the feel of the pages and the smell of the room. My mom hated the smell... it was this suffocating smell of dusty old books and an airless room but to me it smelt like home.

The thing is ebooks don't smell. They don't rustle, they don't fall off your hands (if they do then your very expensive laptop also goes for a toss) and they don't yellow with age. They don't rip... they don't have character. I must have read all the books by Vonnegut through this way. I read D H Lawrence... I read Camus, Kafka, Meg Cabot, Allen Ginsberg and many more. I loved most of the books but I don't remember them as well. I don't remember how I felt while reading the books, I don't remember what I was eating, I don't remember... period. The plot, the lines, the dialogues are all the same. But everything is more impersonal when it is an ebook. They are cold and lifeless. Books have life. They are full of characters brimming and moments that inexplicably become a part of who you are at that moment. I know the story of Sons and Lovers but I don't connect to it quite the way I connect with Wuthering Heights.

Ah... Wuthering Heights.. I bought it in a second hand shop for next to nothing. Someone had scribbled all over it with notes and comments and in the book jacket it proclaimed - The book belongs to- and there were more than five names next to that. I proudly added my name to the list. The book was withering away in front of me and it seemed to posses the same passion that mirrored the relationship between Heathcliff and Catherine - perfect.

Then there is my LOTR book. All the pages come out and the book is barely holding on but it is a fighter... has given me joy for eight years now. And my fifth book Harry Potter is no different. There are still tear stains in the pages where Sirius falls through the veil. There is also ketchup stain in it... I read the book once while eating a pizza. The edges are all gone but Sirius is still there. I used to joke that as long as I had that book... Sirius would never die.

My Pride and Prejudice book could tell a million stories if it had a mouth. It has carried me through some great times and some tough times. It has faithfully waited me to devour it. I always pull out the page when Mr Darcy and Elizabeth Bennett talk about "accomplished women". I love that part and I know about the many thousand times when I have had a bad day when I pulled out that page and smiled with glee... all pain forgotten.

I have this connection with all my books. There are those who attribute human emotions to their cars, houses, bikes... I love the smell of my dusty old books that are ripped and bent and tearing and looking like they were a hundred years old. Not one is in mint condition. I like it that way. That is another problem with ebooks... they don't bloody rip, they don't make memories. They are lifeless... they are a click away and they don't have dust jackets that your kid cousin could rip in seconds. They don't smell... period.

Losing the love for Harry Potter

I must confess that I am no longer in love with Harry Potter. I was eleven when I read my first Harry Potter book. It wasn't a big phenomenon back then. Few people in India even knew that the series existed. I chanced upon the book in cousin's house and started reading it. And then I fell in love with it. As simple as that. I was madly in love with the nook even before I had finished the first chapter.

Well that began my obsession with the series. I drank the second book when it came out. By then the books had become famous and more kids and secretly their parents as well were reading the awesome adventure of a boy called Harry Potter. But I still wasn't supremely crazy about the series. And then Sirius Black happened in the third book. He was my first real love. I loved him more than Heathcliff, more than Laurie from Little Women and more than (dare I say it?) Mr Darcy. I could not go anywhere without the with at least one of the books tucked under my arms. I cried when Cedric Diggory died and fell even more in love with Sirius when I read that he lived on rats to be close to Harry. By then the series had become a major phenomenon and it seemed all that people talked about was Harry Potter and with that came the inevitable backlash. All of a sudden it was uncool to love the series... but I continued to love it.

Sitting with my friends (who were also at this point HP fans), I would sit and analyze every sentence and every word in the series. I stood in line at three in morning to get the copies of the last three books and I have always attended the first show of every HP movie. So basically one can say that HP was a major part of my life for more than half my life. It became part of my identity. People went as far as associating me with the series.

But this weird thing happened - I could no longer talk about the books. I hated the ending of the last book (come on how cheesy is Albus Severus Potter????? JK totally sold out on that one) and hated even more the fact the series had become predictable. And slowly surely I couldn't talk about Harry.

Is it because I grew up? Or is it because I found other things to love... I shall never know. Maybe it is a combination of the two. Today I would still go to the Harry Potter movie premier but I highly doubt if I would shell out good money to buy another tiny supplementary books (the ones that JK always seems to be writing for charities for exorbitant prices)just because I can't wait to read it. In fact I know for a fact where ever I go next I would probably not even mention the books. I will always love them but I don't think I can ever read them again with the same emotions and feeling as before. Maybe that is ok. Maybe it simply means that a part of my childhood is irretrievably gone and there is no way to bring them back. With Harry, my childhood came to an end. Time to say goodbye to Ron, Hermione, Harry and the whole gang at Hogwarts. I feel like I am standing in the King Cross station and the train is pulling away but I am not running to catch it... I am merely waving goodbye... It is time... Sirius Black alone gets to stay by my side. What can I say? I still love the man.

The Hitch hiker's guide to the Galaxy - Best Guide Ever!

"There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable.
There is another theory which states that this has already happened"

- The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

Have you ever read a book that has made you laugh simply on its virtue its own cleverness? Not too many books can strike that balance between complete and total sense and utter nonsense and engage its reader while doing so. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy is one such book. It is clever, funny, nonsensical and in the strangest way philosophical about life and everything after. Similar to Catch 22, it mocks the bureaucracy and questions the very essence of existence itself. But Catch 22 is a heavy book (despite it being funny) and leaves you confused and in many ways disjointed, the Guide on the other hand leaves you laughing till you stitches burst. Which is not to say that one is better than the other (they are two completely different novels) but simply to say that they should be read with different mindsets.

The story revolves around a bunch of odd ball characters as they travel the galaxy and get into a series of misadventures that are both hilarious and sad at the same time. But all things lead back to the main character - Arthur Dent who is the average everyday man who just happens to be best friends with an alien... not that he knows that cause that would actually make him interesting.

So here is the low down, the book begins with the destruction of the earth (not that you are even allowed to mourn as you are laughing so hard) and Arthur Dent is saved by his best friend and secret alien Ford Prefect. Thus begins the adventure of the odd couple who could not be more different even if they tried. Arthur is a curmudgeon old young English man who likes to live an insignificant but ordered life. He doesn't like the fact there is more to life than his apartment. And then there is Ford Prefect who is actually a travel writer for the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and he has been stuck on earth for the better part of ten years and can't wait to get out. And yeah he is an alien. He saves Arthur by hitching a ride into the Vogon ship that is currently in the earth's hemisphere to destroy it. And wait, the Vogons (who by the way write truly horrible poetry) do not like hitchhikers. This doesn't bode well with our travelers of course.

And what is the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy you ask? Well it is the most wonderful, inaccurate guide that helps a poor stranded traveler in space in the most inaccurate manner. It is wondrous because in its cover it displays a big sign that says "Do Not Panic". Now who would not be soothed by that. Basically the Guide is used by Arthur to discover the various truths of the universe.... much to his own displeasure.

Arthur gets into further trouble in space when he joins Trillian and Zaphod Beeblebrox who just happens to be the ex president of the galaxy who has stolen the most amazing ship of all time in order to find the ultimate answer to the universe and everything else. And then there is Marvin. He is a robot who has been programmed to exhibit human emotions - big mistake. Imagine having a brain the size of a planet and having to mundane chores like walking. Marvin is depressed and suicidal... only he can't die given he is a robot.

The story often gets interspersed with accounts from the Guide and it is a wonderful read. The author Douglas Adams had originally created the series as a BBC radio show and it quickly became a sensation. He then penned the plot into one the most successful sci-fi series of all time. Full of dry English wit, the series questions the very essence of life itself. Brilliant. Here is my favorite passage from the series. It is on the universe -

The story so far:
In the beginning the Universe was created.
This has made a lot of people very angry and has been widely regarded as a bad move.

Greatest series - Catch 22

There was only one catch and that was Catch-22, which specified that a concern for one's safety in the face of dangers that were real and immediate was the process of a rational mind. Orr was crazy and could be grounded. All he had to do was ask; and as soon as he did, he would no longer be crazy and would have to fly more missions. Orr would be crazy to fly more missions and sane if he didn't, but if he was sane he had to fly them. If he flew them he was crazy and didn't have to; but if he didn't want to he was sane and had to. Yossarian was moved very deeply by the absolute simplicity of this clause of Catch-22 and let out a respectful whistle.
"That's some catch, that Catch-22," Yossarian observed.
"It's the best there is," Doc Daneeka agreed.

Ah Joseph Heller... you dog you. How on earth did you ever think about writing this truly genius but completely crazy book? What went through your head when you thought of creating a character like Yossarian and seriously dude how on earth did you come up with all those zingy one liners? What kind of a mad brain did u possess to even come up with a logic like the Catch 22?

This has to be one of the craziest books I have ever read. Yossarian is the ultimate anti-hero who really is the greatest son of a bitch to have ever graced the pages of literature. And through Yossarian you get to see how much life really sucks.

Catch 22 is a satirical novel that looks at war the way it is supposed to be looked at - a pointless exercise that leads to the death of millions. The message is extremely simple - life sucks... people suck and war sucks. But the plot is extremely twisted and the story follows a non linear pattern so the reader is always left in the lurch wondering about the time frame. The story is woven from different different perspectives of different people. You get the punch line first and you get the story of it later. Sure it can be quite a tedious read but if you stick with it - the joke and the story pays off.

Yossarian is a bombardier who one day loses the will to fly more missions and runs away to the hospital. He keeps going back to his camp in order to finish the required number of missions so he can go back home. But there is a problem - the required missions keep going up and therefore Yossarian can never reach the end and therefore can never leave. He is saved by one code - a code that stipulates that anyone who is mentally unstable can go back home. But here is the problem, if you say that you are mad in order to go back home then obviously you are not mad. Because you have to be mad to fly missions that could kill you. There in lies the catch 22 - you are damned if you do... damned if you don't.

In the course of the novel you meet equally disillusioned bureaucrats who have gone mad and you see the war from Yossarian's eyes who has decided that the entire world is out to kill him. The characters are colorful and completely nuts themselves. There is Milo, the mess hall officer who makes a fortune through a trade that is highly illegal and quite interesting (read the book to get the most wonderful description of war profiteering). There is also a young virile blue blood - Natey who is in love with a whore who simply wants to sleep. Not to mention the dead man in Yossarian's tent. Didn't understand? Well this is war kids... there is not much to understand in this insanity. To anyone who is yet to read this book, here is my sincerest request - read it. It is amazing... nuff said. There is a story about how an interviewer once told Joseph Heller that he could never quite recreate the magic of Catch 22 for which he replied - "Well who has?". Very true. Very true indeed.

I just want to end this post with some of my favorite one liners from the book... hope this entices you to grab a copy -

He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt.

He had observed that people who did lie were, on the whole, more resourceful and ambitious and successful than people who did not lie.

Yossarian owed his good health to exercise, fresh air, teamwork and good sportsmanship; it was to get away from them all that he had first discovered the hospital..

My absolute favorite -

Anything worth dying for, is certainly worth living for.

Frankly my dear I don't give a damn

There comes a time in every bookworms life when he or she has to confess something very shameful. For me it is finally admitting to myself and the whole world I really really truly unequivocally hate Margaret Mitchell's war dramance (drama and romance) - Gone with the wind. I don't find the book remotely romantic and I find the characters ingratiatingly pedantic. Of course not to mention the plot is painful and contrived. Basically I think the book sucks.

When I was still doing my graduation, I used to do a small show for my college radio where I would critique books. My english teacher wanted me to do a show on Gone with the wind. She excitedly told me how much she loved the book and how much I would love it myself. So I pulled the book out of my library. As it is a BIG book, I took me awhile to finish reading. So whenever someone saw me with this book, they would invariably comment "Ah this book is wonderful... Scarlet is a great character"... blah blah blah. So basically I was conditioned to like the book even before I finished reading it. But finished it I did. But there was a fly in my ointment. I did not like the book and I had to go on air to review it. (Ok maybe five people even heard my college radio but I still thought it was a big deal). So I lied.

In my review I praised the book in every way possible and ever since whenever someone brings up the subject of the book or the movie (the one with Clark Gable) I pretend to love the book. But that is far from the truth - I hate hate hate Scarlett O'Hara.

She is supposed to be this dominating, powerful, and strong female character. One of the greats according to many readers of fictional literature. To that I say - bah humbug. She really has no redeeming qualities. She is a spoilt little rich girl who whines when she doesn't get her way. To Mitchell's credit, she doesn't make any excuses for Scarlett, but doesn't make her a three dimensional character either. She has no redeeming qualities. And entire novel rests on the shoulders of the badly etched two dimensional character.

And no one really understands why she falls for Ashley Wilkes because that man has to be the weakest man-child ever created in the fictional pages. And he is shallow and he is someone who always takes the easy way out in life. He knows life life with Scarlett would be a challenge so he settles for his meek and pretty wife who won't really challenge him.

And then there is the man who supposedly makes women swoon - Rhett Butler. He judges everyone and everything. There is no reason as to why he falls for Scarlett except a misogynistic need to tame her. Again you are left to wonder why on earth you have spent a better part of a thousand odd pages reading the longest Mills and Boons book ever.

And finally the plot for the lack of a better word - sucks. This is the skeleton of the story - Boy meets girl. Lots of chemistry. But girl is a pain in the ass who is in love with a man who can never make up his mind. Boy saves the girl, girl becomes the sole breadwinner of her family. Girl marries the boy for money. Finally something happens due to which Girl realizes she is in love with her husband. But by then boy doesn't give a damn and leaves. But before that the girl is perfectly tamed as she purrs to her husband right before he leave - "If you go, what shall I do?". And even after the boy leaves her, she tries to come up with solutions where he would be back in her life again. Like I said - ew. Sure it is a historical set piece where everything happens against a backdrop of the civil war where issues such as racism, poverty and hunger have been tackled. But as a romance novel, it really is not worth a damn.

Mr Darcy ruined the life of girls forever

Think about it, before Mr Darcy, there really was no one like him. No other character in literature comes even remotely close to the sex appeal Fritzwilliam Darcy from the Pride and Prejudice exudes. Sure some of you would say that Mr Rochester is equally dazzling and to that I say - bah humbug. Hello? He had an insane person locked up in his mansion for years. And thanks to that I must cancel his sex appeal and put Mr Darcy in the forefront again.

I mean think about it, here is a guy who is good looking, well read, extremely wealthy, extremely successful and is arrogant and proud but has a heart of gold. *Sigh*. Even after the heroine of the book, Elizabeth Bennett, basically calls him every bad word in the book and rebuffs him in the coldest of ways - he still loves her! He protects her family from imminent ruin by arranging the marriage between her sister and her rogue of a lover and he does this without ever expecting anything in return. He simply patiently waits for Elizabeth to rid herself of her prejudices and tells her that he loves her only. Can there be a man more perfect that Mr Darcy?

The answer I am afraid is no. There is no man in real life who can even come close to the kind of character Jane Austen creates in Mr Darcy. Hence my conclusion - Mr Darcy ruins the lives of girls all over the world. Because let us face it, every girl who has ever read the Pride and Prejudice (which means most of the adolescent girls around the world)wants to get married to Mr Darcy. She wants a guy who will stand there in the background and defend her honor. Someone who will pine for her but also be sufficiently rude in order to get that perfect mixture of manliness and sexiness.

But let's face it... how many know someone who is even remotely like Darcy? The man doesn't exist! Today guys are more interested in play stations and gameboys and seriously such romance probably didn't even exist in the time of Austen. So basically Austen (who herself remained a spinster all her life... no wonder)created this guy who is emulated by Hugh Grant and Colin Firth in all their movies and you are left wonder if you will ever end up a guy like that.

So dear Ms Austen,
Thank you for creating Mr Darcy. He is impossibly perfect and there can be no one like him. Every day thousands of girls get their hearts broken when they realise that their one and only is not anywhere close to Darcy. But more and more girls read your book and think maybe they would get lucky with their own Darcy. As for me my life was ruined that day in seventh grade when I pulled out this book from my school library and read in one go. I fell in love Mr Darcy before one could say "Pride or prejudice". Since then I have read this damned book at least a hundred times. I am addicted and I can't seem to break my habit. So thanks... I bet you just wanted every girl to be a spinster just like you were. Well bravo... you have definitely given it your best shot.

Love
Aishwarya

P.S But seriously there has to be a guy like Darcy right? Right????

Catcher in the Rye

"Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, I mean - except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be"

Unless someone has lived under a rock all their lives, they have probably heard of the Catcher in the Rye by J D Sallinger. It is one of the most controversial yet the most read books of the 20th century. The novel follows the life of Holden Caulfield for a few days after he gets thrown out of his school - yet again. I read this book first when I was fifteen years old and fell in love with it right from the first line in the novel. Holden our protagonist tells us right away that he has no intentions of giving the world his life story like some character in a Charles Dickens novel. And right then and there you realise you are in for an unusual ride with an unusual book. You also know that your hero is yes for the lack of a better word - unusual.

But that is how he likes it. He wants to be different. Holden sees hypocrisy in the lives lead by adults and he detests them for it. The book begins with him leaving his school early because he doesn't want to face his parents with the fact he has been kicked out another school due to bad grades. Alienating himself from the rest of the world, he simply wanders around New York too scared to face the wrath of his parents.

Caulfield has to be one of the greatest teen characters ever created. A teenager in 1950's, He holds the reader completely engrossed in his monologue about his life. He tells us that he hates "phonies", like his elder brother who according to him sold his soul to become a big hollywood screenplay writer. He almost too casually mentions (you know he is trying too hard to be casual) that his younger brother died due to cancer. You can see this has a profound effect on Holden.

This book really an intimate look into the lives of teenagers all over the world. Holden represents every kid who has been told that he/she never works to her "potential". He represents every teen who has struggled with their sexuality. He represents every teen who at one point or the other questioned his/her own identity and place in the world. Holden at one point openly states that he thinks about sex all the time.

As far as narrators go, Holden is extremely unreliable. He tells us right in the beginning that he is a world class liar. He is also a hypocrite himself. While he says he can't stand movies, he convinces a girl to go to the movies with him. He contradicts himself constantly and he is forever lost. The only real and true thing he has in his life is his love for his sister Phoebe. And he fears for her innocence. He doesn't want her to lose it. In fact he doesn't want any child to lose his/her innocence. He wants to be the catcher in rye - the guy on the crazy cliff who prevents each child from falling into the trap of adulthood.

In end,he doesn't really change his attitude about life but he thinks at least about trying to. It is only but obvious that his journey ends with a brief stint in a sanatorium, what isn't obvious is Holden's state of mind. You can't help but wonder if he has lost his mind or if he is the only one with the clear vision. Is he mad for thinking that the society has lost its humanity or is the society mad for not realizing the loss of innocence.

The book ends as simply as it begins - Holden parts with his reader with one final piece of advice. He says - "Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody"

The best of the best series - Sons and Lovers

Have you ever read a book that made you feel uncomfortable as hell? Sons and Lovers by D H Lawrence not only made me uncomfortable but also a little sick in the stomach. By the time I finished reading it, I felt a little like the protagonist Paul - completely lost. But I also could not get the book out of my mind. Hence it has become the first book that I would write about as part of my greatest book series.

The story is about a bright woman who marries a man who really doesn't match up to her in class or intellect simply for love. But love soon evaporates and in that place, the woman is left with a sense of desperation and loneliness. This is when she turns to give her passionate love to her two sons. A love almost Oedipal in nature.

Her love is at first bestowed towards her eldest son who loves his mother with equal vigor. But then as is the case with all young men, he meets another girl. Interestingly the mother hates her son's new love and shows every tell tale sign of jealousy. The son almost unable to take the pain of hurting his mother and not being able to love or even respect his fiance, eventually dies. This is when Gertude (the mother) turns completely towards her young son Paul. Thus begins a relationship that is as stormy, as passionate as any love story about star crossed lovers - except this one is between a mother and her son.

Paul is both fascinated and sickened by his mother and his love for her. The one thing that makes this novel different from other novels that deal with controversial subjects is that it never at any point judges it characters. So in a sense Lawrence is telling his readers - "Pity them... don't judge them... you have no right... they are only human". But it is Paul's struggle to get his mother's affection and to be rid of it that makes this novel iconoclastic.

Paul finds love with a young girl called Mirian but his relationship with his mother destroys that relationship. His own struggle to come to terms with his sexuality is another side effect of the love that he has for his mother and their relationship. Gertude does not approve of this girl and soon the relationship is over even before it really began. But then begins the part that I absolutely find fascinating. Paul falls into another relationship with a woman called Clara. She is six years his senior and their relationship is similar to the one Paul shares with his mother. Thus begins a dance between Clara and Paul's mother literally over Paul's soul. Of course the reader by now knows the hold the mother has on her son and knows that Clara is fighting a losing battle. But for few moments you almost cheer for the woman who might make Paul happy for once. But any happiness that Paul would experience would naturally be broken. Because he is broken. He goes back to his mother as she falls sick. And both of them in for better or for worse, in sickness or in health are one and belong to one another - even death can't do them apart.

The novel is really a study of human character. Freud would have been very happy reading this novel in which we see a week natured man who is dominated by his over powering mother. He dislikes his father intensely and guards his mother from him jealously. And yet as stated above while reading never do you feel anything but empathy for them and the life they have chosen to lead. Extremely powerful, evocatively written, this novel deserves every bit of critical appreciation that it has gotten. Don't read the book as story about a son and a mother but rather read it as a study of the human character. All the wasted love and a twisted ending makes this one of the eeriest and one of the most wonderful novels I have read.

The truthiness - Why I love chick lits

I don't like chick lits... but I also love them. Here are some reasons why a chick lit can save your life -

Sometimes a girl just needs to believe that no matter how horrible life tends to get... someday her prince charming will come riding up his horse and literally sweep her off her feet.

While they all are highly predictable (I mean come on, we all know that the boy and the girl will eventually get together), many chick lits are dead funny. The first three books in the Princess Diaries series are literally a riot. The last six books drag the loyal reader to hell.

Some chick lits are truly original. While one can argue that Helen Fielding's "Bridget Jones Diaries" is a rip off from "Pride and Prejudice", you have to appreciate the fact that for once the heroine of the book is someone who is truly flawed. She is not skinny, she is neurotic and she smokes way too much and yet the guy falls in love with her anyway.

There is no such thing as a bad book... just different tastes. But I am yet to meet someone (read:girl) who has not enjoyed a nice funny ebook version of a chick lit.

The books always end in such high notes that it is impossible not to feel extremely happy in life and content.

Chick lits are soooo optimistic. In the world of chick lits no mistake is too big, every blunder is a hidden opportunity to bring the guy and the girl closer. Even when things go wrong, the big picture is never messed up. Literally rainbows and daisies come out of the asses of chick lits.

And finally... which girl doesn't want a "happily ever after" whatever that is... and these books say that it is perfectly possible to get the guy and the job and live happily ever after in a big house and a HUGE diamond ring that acts as the icing on the cake...

These books are an easy escape into a fairy land where you can pretend to be Cinder-freaking-Ella... and on a lazy Sunday nothing sounds better :D

The Truthiness - Why I can't stand chick lits

Here are a few reasons why chick lits have no place in the book shelf of any self respecting girl -

The girl always describes herself as someone who isn’t very good looking but then goes on to describe her attributes that suddenly paint a picture of a stunning woman. They usually go “I hate the way I look… my nose is too sharp for my face”. But the girl would casually mention “I have green eyes, I really tall and I am really skinny”. Um… hello? You have just described a freaking model!

Has anyone noticed that in almost all chick lits the Mr Right is basically a template of Mr Darcy from the Pride and Prejudice? In fact Helen Fielding (who wrote the Bridget Jones Diaries) names her hero Mr Darcy. The guy is always very successful, rich, wears power suits and always has a cynical smile on his face. Yes it is a homage to great character who was created by the Jane Austen but aren’t there different kinds of men in the world. What if my Mr Right is a complete bum who never wants to work???

Another thing about Mr Right – even though he is sooo perfect, the girl always mistakes him for a proud and arrogant man. Again we walk right back into the Mr Darcy situation in which Eizabeth Bennett thinks of him as the most abominable man in the whole world until she realizes that she is simply prejudiced. Here is the thing, this equation was extremely original in the Pride and Prejudice but right now after a few hundred books… this formula is becoming a bit lame.

Oh and there is always a Mr Wrong who has to be killed off (you know taken off the pages of the book not literally killed off) in order to make our Mr Right more well… right. But why does every such book have to have that guy in beginning who doesn’t treat the girl well and even the though the girl eventually develops feeling for Mr Right, it is Mr Wrong who is painted in the wrong. Not to mention the fact he ends up almost always cheating on his girlfriend. It is so incredibly clichéd and passé and honestly sometimes the Mr Wrong guy sounds more interesting that Mr Right. At least he is flawed… doesn’t that make him more human?

Our heroine (and usually in these books the girl is also the narrator), towards the end of the book ends up in this big pile of crisis… and to save the day in would walk in our Mr Right looking like the modern day Knight in Shining Armor. How can there be no amore after that? Except why does a grown woman even need saving from a man? Is she not capable of handing situations?

Or there is a worse kind of ending where the guy and girl break up in between because the guy acts like a jerk. But in the end after realizing the error is his ways, he comes back to his true love. Um… I would never take such a guy back but the girls in the books always take them back. Every single time and the event is usually sealed by…
The engagement! This is how almost every adult chick lit book ends. Either the couple gets married, engaged with a big diamond ring or the girl finds out she is having a baby. And then the book ends. Because let’s face it, if a girl wrangles a big diamond ring, she is set for life. In other words her life is over.

Whilst I truly really hate chick lits (I really really do), I must confess I must have read over fifty of them in the last five years. Here is why I think chick lits are ok –

The guy is really gook looking. I mean who wouldn’t want to fantasize about a man with lots of money and a six pack

The girl is usually such an idiot that while reading the book you think if this clueless person lands such an awesome guy… hey maybe even I would someday.

Such books always leave you feeling all tingly and happy inside… until you realize that it all lies and such things basically never happen in real life.

Who in their right mind would ever say no to a big diamond ring????

And finally did I mention the fact that the guy is a fantastically good looking and sports a six pack???

I know I am a hypocrite… help me

The truthiness - Bloo stockings

I have loved books all my life.... They are my passion. Finding a new book to love is like falling in love for me. I am a blue stocking and I love it :)