Showing posts with label Books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Books. Show all posts

Thursday, June 12, 2008


Got a used copy of Anthropology: 101 True Love Stories at a book bazaar, and all things in consideration (especially the largish font, double line spacing and cotton candy cover), it was a marvelous read.

Each of the 101 stories takes 20 seconds to read, and in fact the dry humour prevalent through the book is emphasised all the more because of this.

One of my personal favourites:

Xanthe left me. I found out her new address, and returned the kettle she had left behind. The next day I took her a book she had lent me. I found a box of hairgrips, and delivered one each day. If she wasn't home I would post it with a long letter explaining how I had found it on the floor. When I had returned them all, I took her, on the tip of my finger, a tiny ball of dust. 'I remember seeing it fall from your dress one afternoon,' I said. 'The pretty one, with the flowers on it.'


The author really is a genius; do give the book a read, I guarantee you won't be able to put it down (if you appreciate the same class of humour I do, that is).

Sunday, September 02, 2007

Walking along the beach, The Boyfriend suddenly said, "I came by a really good quote the other day."

"Yea? What is it?"

"You're not going to like it though."

I paused. "Why?" Is it something chauvinistic? Something about how hypersensitive women are?

He grinned. "I read it in Harry Potter. I think it was George Weasley who said it."

Time stopped for a moment as his statement sank in. "Four thousand years of literature and you quote Ron Weasley?" I exploded.

"George Weasley," he corrected.

"Ah."