I didn’t want to tell anyone my new year’s resolution out of fear that I might actually not make it through the whole year. However, I figured I need something to keep me honest; the internet and a loyal readership should surely keep me in check. Right? *In 2017 I decided to not buy books, … Continue reading
Kazuo Ishiguro is a writer of many genres: novels, short stories, and screen plays. He is Japanese-British and I think this creates a really interesting combination for his writing style. To me, Ishiguro’s works always feel relaxing. His writing completely calms me and it is almost like I am floating whilst reading his work. And … Continue reading
The beauty of the short story is that it is short. If you want some fantasy, fiction, drama, suspense, or action but don’t have the time, then the short story is actually perfect. You can often read them in one sitting. Collections of short stories are very rare in popular fiction. If an author writes … Continue reading
In the busy world that we live in, it can be difficult to make time and find the time to read. Some people might even question, why bother reading at all? There are countless articles about the benefits of reading: lowering stress levels, helping anxiety, improving concentration, increasing learning, building empathy… But that is not … Continue reading
READING, READING, AND THEN SOME MORE READING For the past three semesters (1.5 years) I have been studying my Masters at the University of Zurich. I’ve been doing a lot of reading and learning, and despite the stress of assignments and those deadly deadlines, I have enjoyed myself. I have read books that I never … Continue reading
Before words, before thoughts, there is a feeling. It is from this feeling that everything else comes. Like the small rock that starts the avalanche, it is that feeling that grips you tight and refuses to let you go. If you’re expecting me to recount an exact date or time when my avalanche started, I … Continue reading
I am not sure that I can say this with much certainty, but I think the chickens preferred adventure novels best. I remember reading them passages from Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, The Jungle Book, and Charlotte’s Web. The adventure novels, I thought, helped the chickens relax. With each word I could see their feathers flatten, their walk become a little slower, and their clucks morph into a strange purr. The chickens and I were adventurers at heart. Continue reading
Death is difficult to talk about. The word itself is aspirated and it takes the air from your lungs without you knowing. Try it. Repeat after me: death. Death. Continue reading
