Uncensored Ramblings

Reading a book by an author that I used to love as a child awakened something in me. Something so strong, that I had to put the book down and start blogging(rambling) immediately. A feeling that I am sure is shared by many, but so difficult to put down in words. A sense of pride, belonging, nostalgia, good memories, freedom, happiness and a mixture of all the good things in life. It is something that you miss; something that you want to talk about; something that makes you check if your best friend of 19 years is still online...

A something that is definitely hard to describe.. It reminds me of the soft chuckles at the back of my parent's car (reading a PG Wodehouse), the times that I sat huddled on a couch burning the midnight oil during the holidays, the voracious reading sprees(4-5 books in a week), the unending debate about who the best character in Gone With the Wind is, repeating word for word the famous conversation between Yossarin and Doc Daneeka in Catch-22, the time I read Atlas Shrugged around the same time my friend was and discussing the book every morning, lunch and coffee break, the 2 thick volumes of Leo Tolstoy mum bought me when I set out into the big bad world for the first time ;), lying alongside my grandfather as a kid, each lost in his/her own Hitchcock :), the several trips to the library with my mom endlessly arguing as to whose turn it was to pick a book of her choice...

Book are fun, books are your best friends as someone rightly said, but books to me are also treasured memories... of wonderful times I spent with people I value and love.

P.S: The weird thing is a roaring Bertie and Jeeves combo inspired me to ramble on so....