If your idea of an eventful evening is finishing a great book,or better yet,attending an author event;If you like cancelled plans and love when it pours down so you can read; If you have given up food and sleep to finish a book; If you have cried hugging a book after finishing it,because of its sheer excellence,or because a beloved character died(yes,we all cried when Augustus Waters died,d’uh!);If you have done any or all of the above,welcome to “Club Nerd” aka “Club Introvert” aka “Booklover’s club” aka “We don’t care what you call us as long as we have a book and some peace.”
The first novel I laid hands on was “The count of Monte Cristo” from the college library. It was a tiny book,with illustrations on every alternate page. Yeah! probably not the original one Dumas had written,but it was neat. I had a few hours to kill while traversing back home and decided to binge on it. Finished it by that evening. Excitedly started narrating the brilliant plot to my mother-who after letting me finish said “This is the plot of ‘The Count of Monte Cristo’ that you just narrated. Maybe it was inheritance then. My mother was a compulsive reader herself,binge-reading crime novels and thrillers and here I was,finally starting my inevitable journey into the kingdom of books. Then I picked whatever bestseller I could lay my hands on. Saving pocket-money and buying cheap/pirated and sometimes,even torn second-hand books. Boring classes turned into under-the-bench reading sessions which a couple of times,become an inconvenience to the classmates(IT-A,Sorry guys!)
Then there was no stopping me. I remember finishing up Sidney Sheldon novels in a day and trying to guess who the villian was. Got them right a couple times,which took the thrill out of them. Then-switched to master of plot twists-Dan Brown and still hanging on those cliffhangers. Did a bit of soul-searching with Chicken Soup for the soul,but only found them in Khaled Hosseini books. And the journey went on and on.
Keeping up with the social life got harder. In the process of finishing up a book,I almost lost a friend. Almost-because all these books have taught me to never lose hope! Ran into an old girlfriend,who I still absoutely love and adore,and made plans to catch up the next evening. Earlier that afternoon,as I was lazily reading The girl with the dragon tattoo,I was met with a major plot-twist(Yeah,where *** discovers that *** is the serial killer!) and it became absolutely impossible to put it down. Since the said girlfriend shared a similar passion for reading,I politely and honestly cancelled on her mentioning my cause and she for once,did not believe me. Irony here, the said girlfriend is famous for cancelling on every single plan(cancelling used as a polite term for “no show”) that was ever made and ended up blocking me on all social media without even giving me a chance to explain! (Dear girlfriend,if you’re reading this,I was genuinely hooked on that book;Still am,reading The girl in the Spider’s web right now!)
And now that I have all the time in the world to kill,reading has turned from a hobby into an obsession. The more books I read,more books I want to read. Books mentioned in the books,books recommended by friends,books whose titles seem catchy,books that I ought to read before 30,books I ought to read before dying,books I have been wanting to read since a while,and more books that are nominated for prizes,books that have won prizes,books by people I like,and the list goes on…It is true what they say ” So many books,so little time”. Making a reading list keeps you focused,but if you’re a rebel or a compulsive reader,you might end up picking random books in between your current reads and extending the list by a large number. But it is also true what they say” A love affair with a book will never end in a heart-break(unless of course,Chetan Bhagat!) I’ll leave you to it then,and get on with my pile of books…
Happy Reading! 🙂