Shelved: Bridget Jones’s Diary.

That’s it.

I’m ultimately giving up on Helen Fielding’s Bridget Jones’s Diary. I suppose this is what I get for picking up the book this late (first published in 1997), and therefore reading level may not be so fitting for my age. Hm. The first person in writing, who IS Bridget, is aged 30-something yet I still found her excessively… hm. excessively…. shallow? I can’t find the right term! Book was supposed to be funny I think. But from the 255 pages I’ve read (out of 307), there was only ONE time that I had myself laughing on ONE page. Would it help to say that it wasn’t even a page, but just a one-liner?

Mind you, this is my honest review. I fell asleep on the book last night without any valid reason such as exhaustion etc. That kinda said a lot. For my final say on the book, — trying to be objective here — it just didn’t elicit anything from me. Save for, “so?”

Moving on now to another book. Sorry, Fielding.

Shelved: A Thousand Splendid Suns

“Laila allowed herself to take a step toward him. Then another. And another. And then she was running.”

Shelved a month (and a half?) ago: A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini. Have you read The Kite Runner? Good. ‘Cos I haven’t and this dude Hosseini was the author of that too. Lol. Now I’m itching to read The Kite Runner simply because I loved A Thousand Splendid Suns.

The novel served as a mix of eye-openers for me. One served as my education to three decades worth of Afghanistan history — seriously made me google up tribes such as the Talibans and, in my opinion, their extreme execution of their religious beliefs. Then it also served as the closest encounter I’ll ever get to the objectification of women in cultures that still haven’t been broken free. There was Mariam and Laila, with whom, in the week that I was absorbed into reading the novel’s pages, I took every hit and blow from Rasheed (the husband I just wanted to whack dead with my bare hands).

I don’t think I’ll ever get over this book. Ever.