How long is a month of Sundays? Thirty weeks says google. Forever says grammar.
My break from this blog falls somewhere in between. Almost a year. Everyday I would wake up and decide that today would be the day that I finally got back to blogging, but somehow, never managed to put thoughts into action. Nighttime is the best to work, I would tell myself, because my daughter falls asleep at eight. Only, there are days that I fall asleep before her. Or I just lie there obsessively checking out Youtube videos of booktubers and artists (people are doing awesome work out there).
Something was required to pop me out of this limbo that I have parked myself in during these past few months. And then it happened. My birthday came around. Hubby made a dash from Bangalore and got me lovely gifts. He also came bearing with him couriers from Bloomsbury.
It is always lovely to realize that you are remembered, even if it is a clerical error – which I fervently hope this was not, and when it happens on your birthday it is just double bonus.
Mailbox Monday is a meme started by Marcia at To Be Continued. I like this meme because it certainly helps me keep track of all the books that I keep buying, receiving and getting gifted.
1) Party Girls Die in Pearls (Plum Sykes)
According to the Goodreads Blurb :
It’s 1985, and at Oxford University, Pimm’s, punting, and ball gowns are de rigeur. Ursula Flowerbutton, a studious country girl, arrives for her first term anticipating nothing more sinister than days spent poring over history books in gilded libraries—and, if she’s lucky, an invitation to a ball.
But when she discovers a glamorous classmate on a chaise longue with her throat cut, Ursula is catapulted into a murder investigation.
Determined to bag her first scoop for the famous student newspaper Cherwell, Ursula enlists the help of trend-setting American exchange student Nancy Feingold to unravel the case. While navigating a whirl of black-tie parties and secret dining societies, the girls discover a surfeit of suspects. From broken-hearted boyfriends to snobby Sloane Rangers, lovelorn librarians to dishy dons, none can be presumed innocent—and Ursula’s investigations mean that she may be next on the murderer’s list.
2) The Windfall (Dikasha Basu)
According to the Goodreads blurb :
For the past thirty years, Mr. and Mrs. Jha’s lives have been defined by cramped spaces, cut corners, gossipy neighbors, and the small dramas of stolen yoga pants and stale marriages. They thought they’d settled comfortably into their golden years, pleased with their son’s acceptance into an American business school. But then Mr. Jha comes into an enormous and unexpected sum of money, and moves his wife from their housing complex in East Delhi to the super-rich side of town, where he becomes eager to fit in as a man of status: skinny ties, hired guards, shoe-polishing machines, and all.
The move sets off a chain of events that rock their neighbors, their marriage, and their son, who is struggling to keep a lid on his romantic dilemmas and slipping grades, and brings unintended consequences, ultimately forcing the Jha family to reckon with what really matters..
I have already finished one and am now ready to dive into the second. Can’t wait!