Today, Tanu Shree Singh, the owner of the Readers' group I belong to, Senior Reading Raccoons, asked us all what our pet peeve was relating to books.
She wittily listed a few pet peeves that were likely to bother us. Little was she to know it would trigger off a tsunami of book memories from me. So I took myself off the thread and started writing on my blog here.
Good Book Memory # 1: My dad had just come back from a trip to Los Angeles. It was 1994. As always I looked forward to his return not just for his presence, but also the presents, the greedy 17-year old that I was! :P
He had bought Jurassic Park - Part 1, the book. I was in Class 11. It was a rainy day and I was lying in bed in the rambling bungalow we lived in then. The environs and mood matched that of the book. I was completely gripped by the T-rex that chased velociraptors in the rain. When I went back to school, I remember narrating this to my friends, captivated.
I also saw the movie, but I had already imagined it in my head and my imagination had done a pretty good job. Our school took us for the movie once. I also went to Delhi and saw the movie with my grandmom, uncle and family. I saw it once with friends in Chennai, too.
So this book was pretty special to me.
Now comes the bad part: I lent the book to a friend. She lent it to a gang of her friends, without once checking with me, and I never got it back! It still hurts!
She wittily listed a few pet peeves that were likely to bother us. Little was she to know it would trigger off a tsunami of book memories from me. So I took myself off the thread and started writing on my blog here.
Good Book Memory # 1: My dad had just come back from a trip to Los Angeles. It was 1994. As always I looked forward to his return not just for his presence, but also the presents, the greedy 17-year old that I was! :P
He had bought Jurassic Park - Part 1, the book. I was in Class 11. It was a rainy day and I was lying in bed in the rambling bungalow we lived in then. The environs and mood matched that of the book. I was completely gripped by the T-rex that chased velociraptors in the rain. When I went back to school, I remember narrating this to my friends, captivated.
I also saw the movie, but I had already imagined it in my head and my imagination had done a pretty good job. Our school took us for the movie once. I also went to Delhi and saw the movie with my grandmom, uncle and family. I saw it once with friends in Chennai, too.
So this book was pretty special to me.
Now comes the bad part: I lent the book to a friend. She lent it to a gang of her friends, without once checking with me, and I never got it back! It still hurts!
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