Wednesday, 7 May 2014

Lost at sea.

Scribblings of a mad woman.

More than a year later, I’ve managed to summon enough courage to crawl out of my hidey-hole and share a face-reddeningly* embarrassing incident with you all. And yes, it is related to the second book we were meant to read and review: The Count of Monte Cristo. Let’s just say I got lost while trying to navigate this classic.

It may come as a surprise to some that I’ve managed to get through life thus far without coming across the plot of this book at school, uni, work or even in film form. Eager to get started, I went to my nearest bookstore but they didn’t have it in stock. Undeterred, I went to the bookshop near my work but no luck there either. Instead of doing the sensible thing and going to the library, I decided I was going to take advantage of the Google Play store’s generous offer to let me read this book for free on my phone! At that time, my first ever smart phone was still a shiny new toy and I thought it’d be fun and frugal to download the book and read it on a tiny 4” LCD screen.  Not paying much attention to the fine print at the front of the book, I dived into the task at hand with gusto. I didn’t want to read a summary or a teaser or speak to anyone who may inadvertently spoil it for me. For whatever reason, I was compelled by my subconscious to read this book with blind faith and I coerced myself into believing it would be an adventure letting the pages tell their tale. So when my fellow reviewer – Monica – asked if I’d reached the part where the Count had escaped from jail, I hushed her with a: “Please don’t give anything away.”

From the get-go, I found the book difficult to understand. Characters were popping out left, right, centre and it felt as though there were many plot twists which I’d have to uncover. I thought I was reading a mystery. Out came my notebook and pen as I started jotting down character names, relationships, scenarios and motives. It was all a puzzle and I felt quite the detective piecing this jigsaw together. As the harsh light of the phone pierced my retinas and forced me to take the aide of reading glasses, I ignored the hand cramps and neck spasms as I persevered with the story via the uncomfortable medium of this tiny gadget. Colleagues kept asking how I was coming along with this lengthy novel. Totalling at 620 pages I thought it was a pretty standard length and my quizzical looks were met with their equally confused ones.

When I finished the book I didn’t feel a hundred per cent satisfied as there were still a fair few questions my note-taking hadn’t answered and the book had ended. I felt pretty clever, having figured out who the villains were and what relationship they all had with the Count of Monte Cristo but it didn’t quite add up. Trying to ignore the prickle of unease that was threatening my stomach, I decided I should watch the 2002 onscreen adaptation of this classic tale. The beginning did not match that of the book. I stopped watching it, thinking they'd interpreted the word “adaptation” rather loosely. I found a 1998 TV mini-series, starring GĂ©rard Depardieu, and thought the French would’ve done justice to Alexandre Dumas’ literary work. But that too started in the same fashion as the previous film. It was only when I decided to share this wonderful Google app on Facebook so others could read it for free as well that I noticed the little note in the description saying in two volumes. I opened the app on my phone and went through it again. On the front page, in tiny, grainy font, there it was: Volume 2. I had started the book in the middle. I had skipped the first 600 or so pages. That’s why it felt short. That’s why the characters weren’t given backgrounds. That’s why it felt like a mystery. That’s why every time I described it as such to family and friends, I was met with perplexed expressions. In my eagerness to tackle this novel without at least reading a synopsis I had royally stitched myself up for failure.

Oh the shame of it all.


It just goes to show, there is no such thing a free ticket. Terms and conditions always apply and for goodness sake, read the freakin’ fine print. And I should know this, I work in advertising, where dotting the i's and crossing the t's is a daily activity. I'm meant to possess great attention to detail!

I felt rather despondent and depressed and unfairly angry at the book. I was in two minds about sharing this sorry saga and cementing my image as a rash, fumbling clutz. But I feel there needs to be an explanation for my absence. Since then, I have (stubbornly) gone out and purchased a copy of the said book. And I will be posting a review of it shortly.

But before that, there is another exciting book I need to talk about. It’s not a classic yet, but it is bound to become a modern-day classic. It is Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. This is a book I’ve had on my shelf for almost a year, and only have gotten around to reading recently. I’ll be posting my review on it by the weekend. It’s an important book and I think it needs to be shared, read and spoken about by everyone. (That is, if anyone will take anything I have to say seriously after this little debacle.)


*Reddeningly apparently isn’t a word. Whatevs.

Tuesday, 7 January 2014

One Year Anniversary~!

Yes, we are still alive.

Now that this important detail has been addressed, let's move on to other matters.


This day last year, we three booketeers decided that we would spend 2013 improving ourselves by reading and reviewing a large collection of classic books. Our goal was 100 books. We completed 1 (and a half). Needless to say, we have decided to set a slightly more attainable goal for 2014 so as not to drown in bitter failure again.


Watch this space for more thought-provoking reviews and entertaining tales of our adventures (and misadventures) through fantasy realms, long-forgotten places and down the hallways of history.


Happy 2014~!