“Once a musician has enough ability to get into a top music school, the thing that distinguishes one performer from another is how hard he or she works. That’s it. And what’s more, the people at the very top don’t work just harder or even much harder than everyone else. They work much, much harder.” — Malcolm Gladwell, Outliers: The Story of Success
Aren’t we all musicians who dance our way to what we believe to the tempo of success? (Why do I weirdly associate this and the movie WHIPLASH?)
Malcolm Gladwell is a thought-provoking author. Yes, I do love novels, short stories, poems, and prose. However, as a personal thing, I do not cage myself in few specific genres. I love psychology, rediscovering things, and be enlighten by what seem to be obvious but somehow obscure. Take this, for example; the rule of 10,000 hours to master something, it is that deliberately, religiously, practicing to be considered master at any specific field! How easy to say but challenging to digest!
These, my friends, play a great role in calming my nerves before I sleep.
Being an expat in Dubai, reading– aw crap, I am cutting it, hasn’t reading is and will always be one of the limited things I am passionate about, be it in Dubai or any where?
Working in a different environment, where you hear hundreds of buzz, but not from bees. Hearing thousands of “excuse me”, in a day, that sometimes, in my dreams (nightmare) I wake up from the echo that seems so real; being shouted at me by faceless human floating in the air 👻👻👻
That being said. I need me a distraction, to wash away the “excuse me”, to cleanse my mind and fill it with written words to cool down a busy day. Plus, these and their kinds keep me functioning like a normal earthling.
The downside? I cheat myself when I say, one more chapter… 🙈
“I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things that she didn’t already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race-that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.” — DEATH Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
I read this book in 4 days. Having a full time job and taking care of your grown self, I would say that is quite an achievement. 😅
On a serious note, I just regret one thing. After reading it, I plunged right into watching the film. Eerrr, mistake, mistake I know! And I was like, that was not in a book, that was totally different, why did it turn out to be that way etc etc. So everything was jumbled inside my head, that I needed a stick of cigarette, looking out from the balcony, finding answers, even though I don’t really smoke. 😑I even kept the book out of my sight to recover from nonsense feeling I was feeling. It was too soon to watch the movie! 🙄
To be quite fair, I loved the book, that after closing the last chapter, I wonder how painfully beautiful Liesel lived after that night (spoiler alert- the bombing) until she met Death… and as If I can still hear Death or somehow imagine him not only killing/ collecting souls after but sighting beautiful human stories. ‘Though, admittedly, He is haunted by humans. . .
But, yalla read. It has the freshest take on the Holocaust so far and “lighthearted” to think it is depicting Nazi regime, could it be for it is meant for young adult readers?
I might read it again, when summer approaches. For me this book is ⭐️⭐️⭐️ 3/4.
Nope, I am not an Arabic speaker… yet😊
But! It is not impossible to detect a delicious and yummy treat. Our nostrils never will betray us, they will guide you to the path where you have walked before, to an indeed a very familiar corner.
Just like today. The smell of the baking buns exploded unto the air and I realized, I was standing in front of Pappa Roti without looking back! ❤
Whoever you are, Middle Eastern or expats, I have met none who hasn’t liked these enticing buns. Tell me… could anyone resist them?
I have the highest respect for writers who have that strong substance in their craft. Changing the world’s view, altering perspectives, spreading inspirations, shaping minds, all in the art form called writing.
I have been fascinated about them since I started to read, that I dream to be a writer too, someday. And of course, aspiring to be one , who wouldn’t want to be a Gabriel Garcia Marquez, whose magical realism continue to influence story tellers; creating mundane stories but express it in almost surreal tangle of words and meanings? Or Murakami, or Woolf, T.S. Elliot, or…. (insert names here) .
…and Stephen King, George R.R. Martin, J.K. Rowling and the rest of the fictional writers whose notable novels are adapted into moving pictures. Remarkable literary envoys!
Well, ahhh blame it to the raindrops today in Dubai. Feeling them on my skin on an early Friday of February makes me succumb to my favorite day dream; that is to READ and to be read…