This book was given to me for my birthday by a very close friend who knew my state of mind at the time and also my love for sad literature. Sometimes books like these just come your way when your heart needs a little more pain to be added to the already existing pain in order to heal.
FYI my opinion might be biased here because I really needed to read something like to this.
This is the story of Griffin, who is suffering from OCD, trying to come to terms with the death of his very recent ex-boyfriend, Theo. Theo was also his best friend and someone Griffin saw himself spending the rest of his life with. There seems to be only one person who could possibly understand what Griffin is going through and that is Theo’s new boyfriend. They both navigate through this grief in their own ways but soon their relationship takes an unexpected turn.
Even though I just wanted to fly right through this one, I had to take pauses. Sometimes after reading an incident or a few lines, I had to take a minute or two to let it sink in. Some parts are just royally messed up and you’re all like WHOA. The storyline was plain and simple but there was so much in that simplicity. The pain, the grieving, the healing, the heartache and the brutal honesty in all of it is what makes one appreciate the journey this book takes you on. The characters were so incredibly flawed and you cannot help but want to relate or understand the why behind their actions. I don’t think I have ever read about any OCD character and this book gave a pretty good insight into what it must be like to live with it, which made me appreciate it even more.
Song recommendations for this read:
- All i want by Kodaline
- It ain’t me by Kygo and Selena Gomez
- Jiyein kyun by Papon ( Coke studio version)
How I came about reading it:
I started reading Sidney Sheldon’s books when I was in grade 8 and have read almost all of his books so needless to say, his writing style is very familiar to me. I wasn’t diving into a completely unknown world when bloodline was picked up by me. He is one of my favorite authors and sometimes his books are devoured by me in less than a day’s time. So, bloodline was just there, sitting on my shelf when I was desperately searching for a thriller to read after having finished “The unbearable lightness of being” and boy that was heavy one. Does it ever happen to you that a book sits on your shelf for so long that you start to believe that you’ve read it even though you haven’t? Yeah that is exactly what happened to bloodline, all this time I believed I had read it.
Do you ever just read a book that you barely started a day ago or so and then as soon as it is over you’re just like GAAAAH I WANT MORE!!!!!!!!
Yeah, as soon as I finished reading bloodline, the very sunny day all of a sudden did not feel so bright and sunny. As soon as I shut the book, it became so hard to comprehend that I was not in the setting of the book but in my own room in this small town which is my home. I had barely started reading the book the day before and could not put it down. It was not just the plot of the story, it was everything about the book that was so gripping that it forced me to keep on turning the page. The concept of “Just one more chapter” went out the window because I knew as soon as I started this book there was no doing anything else until I had finished reading it.
The cliffhangers were not making it any easier, they were so well planned and definitely worked their way into instilling more intrigue and excitement. One thing I always like about Sidney Sheldon’s books is when the protagonist is a female, how they are usually underestimated, shown as a failure and then while the evolution of them turning into this badass of a person is not just read but lived. This book takes you around the world, between the past and the present and gives a vivid description of the beautiful villas and houses. One gets up and close with almost every character as enough time and depth of the story is told for each of them, you see them struggle, live, from their past to the present and just enough glance into how their minds to see how each works and ticks differently. Just enough so as to not give away the suspense. The suspense again was well built and at no point did I feel confused and even though the ending gave the main answers I was still hoping to learn more of each of the characters and how they end up, which was left for the readers to imagine.
Rating : 4.5/5
Do you ever feel nostalgic for something that did not even happen?
Something you wished so bad would happen but never did, or maybe you never had the courage to let it happen or you tried your damnest for it to happen, but well, the universe had the upper hand.
Maybe you felt disappointed for a while but eventually realised that it was for the better or maybe you made yourself believe that it was probably for the better. So now when you lay awake around 2am, how does it feel when you look back? Is it a nostalgia for something you imagined would happen? And the imagination was so overpowering that it almost felt real? Does it happen often?
Does it leave you feeling empty? Does your heart ache a little too much even today though it was a long time ago?
Whether you’re aching or empty, let me tell you something, something i feel is the reason the situation turned out to be the way it did. Maybe it is better it never happened, because what if the disappointment of it never reaching the level of your imagination was way more heartbreaking?
What if unknowingly you were in for more ache than fulfilment?
I am aware about the whole deal of what ifs and how you shouldn’t live in what ifs but it happened once and that is okay, what is not okay is being so hard on yourself for the sole reason of the not-happening.
And this could be taken as a lesson to be taken forward for the next time you hold yourself back from something. There is too much to talk and write about that which did not happen because of the speculations and the freedom of imagination, Maybe that is what is writing poetry for someone, some kind of art for someone.
So don’t feel disheartened, you tried, even if you didn’t think you did, you tried and the universe acknowledged it.
Been doing that thing where I listen to way too much music and zone out more than usual.
That thing I do where i completely lose myself in a book to the point where reality is what appears as a break.
More sleeping than usual, more staying in bed even if it’s just lying around and not getting work done.
Taking road trips just for the heck of it and trying to accomplish the task of reading along with not wanting to miss out on the view.
Just sitting by the window when it starts raining and doing nothing but listening to the sound of rain.
A little more contemplating and less speaking.
August, you’ve been one taking-it-easy on the self kinda month so far.
This is that kind of a collection of poetry which will leave the readers either underwhelmed or overwhelmed. From what I have heard from people, this collection either became one of their absolute favourites or they were just gravely disappointed by it and hype.
It is Divided into 4 parts: the hurting, the loving, the breaking and the healing.
Trigger warning: rape and sexual abuse.
There is not much that I can really say to give an idea about this book so I am just going to talk about how I felt about it.
I bought this book after hearing rave reviews about it in all the bookish communities everywhere. The day it was delivered I went to a café near my college and finished it in one sitting, it does not take long. The writing is nothing fancy though, so if you are looking for a literary masterpiece that you can break down and analyse, I don’t think this book is it. But I think the simplicity of it is what makes it so special amongst many other things. This collection of modern poetry doesn’t take a lot from you while reading, you don’t have to mentally prepare yourself to read some heavy poetry kind of thing, it is easy to absorb. There no going out of your way to understand and relate to it, it just happens effortlessly. Although there are certain pieces that look like they could have been just a sentence or a quote but then again so long as the words reach out and have an impact on the audience, the writing style might not matter that much.
And it is not like I rushed through, I took my time with every word, every line and allowed myself to feel whatever it was made me feel. There were parts of it that I felt connected to so much that I just had to close the book for a few sections and take in the reality of it. There were times when I had tears in my eyes, times when I actually felt lonely while reading, maybe it was like the reading was getting me to feel more than I signed up for.
Towards the end of reading this, I felt like I personally knew the poetess. Rupi just put everything possible out there and it was so beautifully done! Needless to say, it obviously became one of my favourites.