Book Review: Breathing Two Worlds by Ruchira Khanna

About the Book:

Neena Arya, a Delhi-born goes abroad for

further studies and decides to settle down there. Determined to be a 'somebody'

from a 'nobody' she blends with the Americans via the accent and their

mannerisms while having a live-in relationship with her European boyfriend,

Adan Somoza.

When illness hits home, Neena rushes to

meet her ailing dad. Tragedy strikes and amidst the mingling with relatives and

friends, she finds herself suffocated with the two different cultures that she

has been breathing since she moved to the United States. How will she strike a

balance between both the cultures as she continues to support her widowed

mother? Will she be able to do justice to her personal and professional life

after the loss?

Amidst the adjusting she bonds with an

ally and learns about ties beyond blood. On what grounds will she be able to

form an invisible thread that she has longed for since childhood?

Breathing Two Worlds ventures into

cultures and ethnicity allowing Neena to ponder upon her foundation and

priorities.

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About the Author

Ruchira Khanna, a biochemist turned

writer, left her homeland of India to study in America, where she obtained her

Master’s degree in Biochemistry from SJSU and a degree in Technical Writing

from UC Berkeley.

After finishing her studies, Ruchira

worked as a biochemist at a Silicon Valley startup for five years. After the

birth of her son, Ruchira took a job as a technical writer, so that she could

work from home. Soon, she began doing freelance writing work as well.

Her love of writing grew and she started

working on her own books. After four years of freelancing, Ruchira published

her first book, a fiction novel for adults called Choices.

Then came the children’s book The

Adventures of Alex and Angelo: The Mystery of the Missing Iguana. She got a

thumb’s up review from Kirkus Reviews

In January 2016, she has published her

second fictional novel Voyagers into the Unknown. It talks about the quest for

happiness as the heavy hearted tourists travel miles from different parts of

the world to Raj Touristry in Agra, India. Return to their respective home with

a healed heart. This book talks about their journey!

In Breathing Two Worlds, Ruchira talks

about ethnicity and cultures, and helps to strike a balance via a fiction-drama

novel as her characters breathe two worlds.

In addition to writing books, she is a

holistic healer associated with Stanford Healing Partners and also maintains a

blog of daily mantras on Blogspot, called Abracabadra. Ruchira currently

resides in California with her family.

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her on:

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My Review (3.5/5)

The book had me at its idea. The metaphoric title seems just apt, and someone who relocates to another continent/country can very well relate to the conundrum. The story follows the journey of Neena Arya as she adapts to the professional lifestyle and embraces the work culture of a new culture while still keeping herself grounded to her roots.
This dilemma is as old as time, or at least time since travel was invented. But the point is the story was simple, lucid and easy. It is a quick read too, and the occasional quirks of India and the clashes of the culture are an entertaining element.
The millennial generation will have these lives over and over again, in different forms, so the story makes a whole lot of sense. The interactions between the family members of the protagonist and her boyfriend were warm and cordial, which was a welcome departure from the cliche.

At some point I may have thought that this theme has now been beaten to death and something more crispy is worth exploration, but the story, due to its simplicity, made me finish it till the end. If for nothing else, for the metaphor!

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Introducing Yourself With a Tinge of Vulnerability: A Sample

Dear Reader, You Might Not Love Me After This

Hi

I'm Kritika.

I think I like being vulnerable. I'm terrified of it, but I end up befriending vulnerability. Which is part of the reason I've written this and you are reading this- because I decided to put the rawest description of myself out here. 

I think that often, when we introduce ourselves, we use labels. Or relations. That's a great way to identify oneself, granted. But a person is so much more than who all s/he is related to. That, and I abhor labels. 

So,

Here goes:

I wasn't born into a rich (or even a sustainable) family per se. I say this first and foremost not at all because I want your sympathy (REALLY, it isn't what this is about, you'll see) but because a lot of who I am, is a result of this. All my experiences have been influenced by my limited economic resources. 

I wasn't born particularly talented either. The only way I've known to get things done is through hard work. I've come to believe that if you persist long enough and work hard enough, you'll get there. I've reached wherever I have based on this belief.  Inshallah, I might get someplace you can see me better, with the same belief, too. 

What do I do?

I'm both a student and a working professional. I had to defer my education not because it was cool, or practical or wise to do (as I may have told you because I was scared of being judged for the truth) but because I couldn't afford it. 

I'm working multiple jobs and freelancing assignments to be able to afford the education I know I deserve. Whenever you're in doubt, ask me and I will tell you: every penny counts. I've had to compromise my belief systems, but you shouldn't think for one moment that my loyalties have been shaken. Loyalties are built on the same ground as my mettle is- it is a deserted land that even volcanoes stay away from. 

I read. A lot. Books are a great escape, even though momentary on most days, from the tough life that beckons me. It's a cliché, but I'd buy a book even if it's a cliché so there's that. 

I can get really clumsy and a magnet for trouble, falling off on stairs, getting electric shocks, getting hit by stationery vehicles. But try me, and I can run in heels. 

I love an aesthetically pleasing Instagram feed, and my pun game is mediocre, but I give the best responses that make you go , "What a burn"

But,

I get offended and hurt by some jokes. Like when you innocuously ask me to treat you thrice because I have 3 jobs, defying all logic. I retire with a heart a little more broken than before. 

I get offended and hurt by some jokes.

Like when you told me I should stop being so chirpy and warm all the time. What do you know? I've been cold and it isn't pleasant. I retire with a heart a little more broken than before. 

I get offended and hurt by some jokes.

Like when you mocked my dream of owning something that was beyond my means. I will have enough money to buy it one day, okay? I retire with a heart a little more broken than before. 

Coming from my position, I've to remind myself everyday that I'm no less deserving of what I'm trying to own. I have to convince myself it is not an entitlement. I have to convince myself that all the stakes are worth it. 

I think a lot of you care, but very few care enough to graduate your care into action. I do know a few people who keep reminding me I'm stronger than I think. And that keeps making me stronger. Having the right people in your life is important. 

I haven't achieved anything mind-blowing, except that I'm decent at what I do- I'm not a revered slam poet, nor am I an accomplished published author. I'm not famous and accomplished like many mini-celebrities my age (or younger to me) are. So you have no reason to be awestruck by me.

Maybe I haven't reached the pinnacle that others with a head-start have, maybe I never will - but I've been told that it inspires people to think that someone can live off hope for a better tomorrow, that someone can work 20 hours a day and yet with a smile on her face, look forward to the next day. So I shared this. 

You might stop loving me after this because who can like a girl who rants about the flaws and inadequacies in her life. You might stop loving me after this because who can love the girl whose only superpower is that she can work hard, day in and day out? You might stop liking me because "why is she spoiling my mood it's a Saturday night." You might stop liking me because it isn't glamorous to write stuff like this and I seem, in all likelihood an attention-seeker to you. 

I will understand if you don't like me anymore, but please don't judge me

Book Review: Minced Bits by Maneevak

• Paperback: 80 pages
• Publisher: Author's Ink Publications (2017)
• Language: English

My Review: 

Precision is the order of the day. Brevity is a trait to be revered. Succinct descriptions and crisp endings are attractive to a reader pressed for time.
Haikus are all the rage.
It is the era of nano tales and micro tales and flash fiction.

And with that point in mind, as the book blurb says too, "In this fast paced world where no one seems to have time to read a book with a precious tale, here's an anthology of micro tales for all types of readers. In a few words these tales will feed your soul in the modern way.", the book acts like a Social media page on paper: A Terribly Tiny Tale, or a Scribbled Stories.

A lot of the micro tales have been laced with that wit that makes it endearing to the reader. For instance, the book begins and ends with these tales, respectively:

My mind suffered from indigestion, writing was the only antacid available for me. And thus began my pen, spilling ink...

and

And my pen pauses, the indigestion I talked about is cured. 

It is this sort of attention to words and thoughtful messages that make such a book worth reading. There are many tales that have a surprising twist, leaving the reader emotionally evoked.
That said, there are an equal number of stories that are predictable too. There's an equal number of witticisms that seem forced as there are the ones that appear fluid.

The best micro-tales are the ones that end in a cliffhanger. But even the ones with a natural conclusion are sweet and palatable.

She told everybody, except me, that she loved me 

I told everybody except her that I loved her.

Both spent sleepless nights thinking about each other,

Until a cupid helped us.

What makes this a good read, is the fact that after an overdose of this genre on social media, it was surprisingly refreshing to read this on paper.

Book Review: Hellie The Hovercraft Elephant by Carrie Mortleman

About the book:

Title: Hellie The Hovercraft Elephant

Published by: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform

Published on: 15th April 2016

Pages: 38

Genre: Children's Book

Rating: 4/5

Blurb:
"I'm Hellie the Hovercraft Elephant and I'm ever so tall, I'm Hellie the Hovercraft Elephant and I never fall. I have fur that is fairy floss pink, and it's wonderfully fluffy and light. For although I am an elephant, I'm an elephant in flight!" Hellie the elephant has a very special skill - she can fly! But when she meets Queek the mouse, she learns that the power of friendship is the strongest superpower of all. Children will love flying with Hellie on this magical journey that blasts through fear and zooms into fun and friendship.

About the author

Ever since I started communicating with Carrie, she has been absolutely adorable and patient. Her chirpiness and gusto for life needs no explanation once you read her goodreads bio:
I am Carrie Mortleman and I know I can fly - I just haven't figured out how to do it while I am awake... yet.
As a published children’s book author & illustrator I have the most wonderful job of writing and illustrating rhyming children's stories. I adore the cadence and meter of a well written rhyming children's books and I grew up on Dr Seuss & Roald Dahl.
My current children's books feature the unlikely friendship of a candy floss elephant named Hellie (who can fly) and a sugar mouse named Queek (whose magic power is his fascinating mind and wonderful ideas for zany adventures with his best friend Hellie). My illustrations are composed of yummy foods that I make with the overenthusiastic help of my young daughters including jelly aliens, toffee space houses and a chocolate painted planet Mars. My books are delicious!
I am a proud Australian who is lucky to have lived in England, France & Spain. My 2 English daughters, my adorable fuzzy labradoodle and my mad Brazilian husband fill the house with music, raw passion and abstract creativity.
My home is now a sleepy little seaside town called Calafell which is South of Barcelona in Spain and I love soaking up the art and inspiration this country thrives on. 

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My Review:

Carrie calls her books 'edible literature' because all the creatures and characters are appetizing. There's not an iota of doubt that the characters she has woven and mothered are adorable.
What do you look for in a children's book? It should first and foremost have the ability to glue your kid to it, second, it should leave scope for less interpretation considering as kids can hardly dig deep to that, and finally, to put across a point by the end of the book that passes the litmus test on the moral barometer.
This book contains all these three qualities, the first one being fulfilled partially by the impeccable and consistent rhyming scheme produced.

A slight quirk of the book which might raise some eyebrows is the fact that the illustrations aren't pure in that they are animated illustrations put across on backdrops of actual, real photographs.

So, you can't eat the book. Or, can you?
On the imagination scale, this book scores high too! All in all, it is a definite recommendation from my side to all you parents of little ones out there.

A side note: I received a copy from the author in exchange for an honest review. I usually assess a book apart from the writer, but make an exception when it comes to this particular genre of children's books. It makes sense to see the writer and the words as a single entity. Carrie is a very warm person and the warmth and positivity rubs off in her work too!

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Book Review: Colorful Notions: The RoadTrippers 1.0

Would you give up your high-paying job and comfortable personal life to drive ten thousand kilometers across India? Just for fun!

Three twenty-somethings dare to do just that! While the two guys take turns to drive, the girl gives voice-over as they record their entire journey on a handycam.

Ab, Sasha and Unnati are ordinary youngsters, rendered special by the feat they accomplish. As they recount their adventures, I crave to live their journey all the more. They look at each other with a glint in their eyes, as if refurbishing those memories, as they narrate their spooky time at Bhangarh Fort, strange escapades at Wagah Border and Sundarbans, car breakdowns, wild animals, near-death experiences and highway robbers! It's nothing less than crazy.

I doubted if I'd ever have the gumption to create such experiences. So I did the next best thing - I penned a book about them, and their roadtrip.

Colorful Notions is a journey of three young hearts on the Indian terrain and into the inner recesses of their souls, giving a new perspective to relationships, love and life.

My Review:

There is hardly any doubt that the blurb of the book gets to you. There will always remain something charmingly attractive about the idea of a road trip. Or the idea of undertaking a journey around the country. Or the idea of recording your journey into something concrete. The plot of the book is all of these things combined, and more.
There was a sense of variety in the experiences, which also seeped into the writing, words and expression. It wasn't trite or platitudinous. 

At certain places, it was funny- like a Bollywood movie that's not really supposed to be a comedy but the cinematography could easily render it as one. The style of writing does not impose anything- neither the seriousness nor the fun- which is perhaps both a good and a bad thing. Good, because the reader gets to give his/her own mood to the book, but it does little in the story's favor to endear the book to the reader. 

The better part of the book, for me, was without a doubt, the journey and experiences. So diverse and yet so real. India, with its different colors made its presence felt in a travel fiction such a this, and that was a major, major highlight. 
The way it ended, however, was a departure from the way all the rest of the book was. I am still not sure if I liked the pace, but it was definitely a one-time read. 


[Review copy received by The Tales Pensieve]

An Ode To The Year That Was

I promise you this isn't the poetry you were expecting. I promise, this isn't something you'd revere. But I also promise that each word, each goddamn word has a significance. At least for me. I promise they are all laden with metaphors- the lines and words and letters. And I promise that I am hoping you find something, even if just a line, that makes sense to you. If you, like me, always look up to the next day as a fresh start, a rare opportunity, then know that I am rooting for you!

I will do everything but forget the year gone by

The bags under my eyes became permanent

The bags in front of my eyes became memories

There were days when I saved the day

There were days I could barely save myself

I started off trying to break from my comfort zone

I have ended up with no comfort zone at all

My quirks decided to come out of the closet

And I embraced them with giant bear hugs as they did

A lot of friendships found their elusive tuning

Some other inexplicable friendships got their tuning redefined

There was a moment when I thought I'd lost everything

There was another when I thought I'd need nothing more

Semi colons became more important than full stops

And all full stops were actually commas in disguise

It doesn't matter who became the Lucky 7 as long as you got lucky with me

It is more than just a mud cake laden with chocolate syrup on a spree

It is the promise that its never too late

It is the promise that you don't want to peak so early anyway

Maybe, Maybe became the coolest millennial Nonsense verse

And Toodles became the coolest millennial goodbye

We Spooned some

And spooned some (If you know what I mean)

I stopped using filters in instagram photos

I stopped using filters in my words

(I am still shocked most of the times at what comes out of my mouth)

So what if this year I didn't get to meet Randolph?

I turned 21, with atleast 21 memories of the year to boast of

Reading between the lines became important

Because when I say I suck at something, turns out I actually rock at it

Like adulthood, photography and coping mechanisms

Like bossing and leading and bridging chasms

The conventional just didn't hold an allure

The unconventional too had a bad trip

Shitty skype callls got replaced by stronger Whatsapp videos

And time zones gained a sudden importance

I never once judged people who fed off bling

I still shiver when you mention that thing, the 'thing' 

I also stopped shivering from the cold of the winter

I learnt to stare at the ink falling off the printer

There were days I fell every step of the way

There were days I made it unscathed

(Okay, maybe this was literal)

I finally found something I love in the city I have hated for so long
Hating and bidding adieu to college led to this all

Creeping people out became a conscious effort

Body language analysis was just the tool

Solace was sought in cozy nooks and fruit beers

Most decisions were taken without even a dash of fear (of the page duh!)

There were more firsts than lasts

Because Facebook just wont let bygones stay in the past.

I found comfort in those jumpy jeans

and did things I should have done in my teens

I may have missed on some deadlines,

Some deadlines may have hit me right at the target

New likes and weird interests may have built up

Or the built up rage may have thrown up

Pendants and cameras and brownies acquired meaning

Meaningful days were spent bookstore-hopping

Books, my best friends may have frowned upon me

Frowns might have been my only Metro company

I might have been sick more than the past

The memories box may have overflowed, there might've been a blast

But you dare not tell me to forget the year that was

It may have been the only time I saw the dull gloomy hospital walls,

It may have been easily the darkest hour, the steepest fall

But you dare not tell me to forget the year that was

That's all, folks!

Author Interview and Book Giveaway: The Summer That Melted Everything by Tiffany McDaniel

About the book:

Blurb: Fielding Bliss has never forgotten the summer of 1984: the year a heat wave scorched Breathed, Ohio. The year he became friends with the devil.

Sal seems to appear out of nowhere - a bruised and tattered thirteen-year-old boy claiming to be the devil himself answering an invitation. Fielding Bliss, the son of a local prosecutor, brings him home where he's welcomed into the Bliss family, assuming he's a runaway from a nearby farm town.

When word spreads that the devil has come to Breathed, not everyone is happy to welcome this self-proclaimed fallen angel. Murmurs follow him and tensions rise, along with the temperatures as an unbearable heat wave rolls into town right along with him. As strange accidents start to occur, riled by the feverish heat, some in the town start to believe that Sal is exactly who he claims to be. While the Bliss family wrestles with their own personal demons, a fanatic drives the town to the brink of a catastrophe that will change this sleepy Ohio backwater forever.

About the author

Tiffany McDaniel is an Ohio native whose writing is inspired by the rolling hills and buckeye woods of the land she knows. She is also a poet, playwright, screenwriter, and artist. The Summer that Melted Everything is her debut novel. 

Interview:

First of all, I absolutely adore the author. She has been one of the warmest persons I have been fortunate to come across through my years of blogging. And she has written a book that makes it to the list of the most creative ones for 2016, so there's that too.
What I especially like about the book is that it such a bold plot, and to think that it is a debut!

I have never done this before in any interview, but I would like to thank her right away for giving me this opportunity to firstly, read her book, and now to interview her.
And while, I am at it, may I tell you I am also in love with her artwork, especially 'And so we burn'. It's on her website!!!

(Oh, and she also clicked a book photo, may I boast, exclusively for me? Scroll a little further to have a look at it)
Here we go with my questions:


Kritika: Let's begin with the most obvious, cliched question: When did you decide you'll be a writer? Was it a conscious choice?

Tiffany: I never decided to be a writer.  Writing is the earliest thing I remember doing without being told to do so.  As a kid I would pick up that crayon and just scribble what was in my head.  As so many authors will say, I was just driven to write by that internal gear.  In the elements that make me, there’s that something that drives me toward story.  I want to read story.  Create story.  Live with story.  I’m lost without writing.  It’s my compass home.   

Kritika: One thing about writing you absolutely love?
Tiffany: Falling in love with the characters.

Kritika: One thing about writing you kind of hate?
Tiffany: Trying to get a foot in the publishing door.  I wrote my first novel when I was eighteen.  I wouldn’t get a publishing contract until I was twenty-nine.  It was eleven years of rejection and fear I’d never be published.  This is the narrative so many authors have.  The road to publication can be heart-breaking and discouraging.  That’s what I’ve hated.  

Kritika:   How is the publishing process like for a debut author?

Tiffany: I will say one of the surprising things about the publishing process is how long it takes to move a book through the publishing house.  On average it takes about two years.  Waiting seems to be a major theme of the process.  You’re always waiting for someone to read.  Waiting for someone to review.  Waiting for the pass pages, the galleys, the publishing date itself.  Waiting is a major part of the process and to a debut author especially it seems like waiting is all there is. 

Kritika: When did you decide you write this book?
Tiffany: I was twenty-eight when I wrote the novel.  It was one of those Ohio summers that was so hot I just felt like I was melting.  All of myself just giving up to the heat and melting to a puddle on the green summer grass.  And thus the title was born, which means so was the book itself.

Kritika: Why did you write around the theme of devil?
Tiffany: I didn’t set out to write about the devil.  I always start writing a new novel with two things.  The title and the first line.  These two things lead the rest of the story.  So while I never set out to write about the devil, the first line determined I would.  I never outline or plan the story out beforehand.  I like for the story to evolve as I write it.  I always say I’m surprised myself how the story turns out.  I meet the characters and themes as I go along.  In this case, I met the devil page by page…

Kritika: What was it like to sketch the character of the devil?
 Tiffany: The devil is a character that is interesting to develop because the devil is universal.  Every culture has their version of the devil.  What I didn’t want was the stereotypical devil of red-flesh, horns, cloven feet, and forked tongue.  We’ve already had that version of the devil.  I wanted to explore the devil within ourselves.

Kritika: Did you jot down the plot first, or did you keep writing as it came? What part did planning play in this insidious plot?
Tiffany: I never jot the plot down beforehand.  To me writing an idea down can cause that idea to rot and lose its essence.  Planning for me isn’t the key to my stories.  If you plan too much you can domesticate the story and I like to preserve the wild life because in that wild, spinning chaos, you can learn so much more about the story and characters.

Kritika: The world wants to know: Why the name Autopsy? Why!
 Tiffany: World, I will tell you.  I always say the characters know their names before I do.  It’s my job as the author to pick up the hints the characters are leaving for me.  The more you develop a character, the more hints there are.  One day I had seen the word autopsy.  It’s as simple as that.  I looked up the definition to learn the word’s origin and knew that this was Autopsy’s name.  This was his truth.  I saw that much for myself…

Kritika: Tell us something about yourself as a person? Any quirk? Any secrets?
Tiffany: Writing is really the most interesting thing about me.  I wish I could tell you something exciting like I wrestle alligators or swim with sharks, but aside from writing, I’m pretty quiet and boring
Kritika: (to herself) Ah she is anything but boring.
Tiffany: Thanks again for doing this interview.


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Book Review: Hyperbole And A Half by Allie Brosh

About the book:

Title: Hyperbole and a half: Unfortunate Situations, Flawed Coping Mechanisms, Mayhem, and Other Things That Happened

Published: October 29th 2013 by Touchstone

Pages:  Paperback, 369 pages

Genre: Humor/Non-fiction/Graphic Novel/Comic/Memoir

Rating: 5/5

Blurb:
This is a book I wrote. Because I wrote it, I had to figure out what to put on the back cover to explain what it is. I tried to write a long, third-person summary that would imply how great the book is and also sound vaguely authoritative--like maybe someone who isn’t me wrote it--but I soon discovered that I’m not sneaky enough to pull it off convincingly. So I decided to just make a list of things that are in the book:

Pictures
Words
Stories about things that happened to me
Stories about things that happened to other people because of me
Eight billion dollars*
Stories about dogs
The secret to eternal happiness*

*These are lies. Perhaps I have underestimated my sneakiness!

About the author

Allie Brosh has enjoyed writing ever since her mom tricked her into writing a story to distract her from her immediate goal of wrapping the cat in duct-tape. She started her award-winning blog in 2009. Brosh lives in Bend, Oregon, with her husband Duncan, her two dogs, and six pet rats.

Find the author here: 

My Review:

Brosh has reproduced some of the most endearing stories from the blog in this book, and the result is nothing short of hilarious.
There are a lot of things that this book is. A LOT.
It is a comic/graphic novel. Because the visual part is a huge chunk of it. It is also a memoir of sorts, because in a very simple narrative loaded with visuals, she recounts how her life has come to be. There are anecdotes hinting at the the innocence of childhood, but also at the silliness of it. And to add to the amusement, all these anecdotes are real. Even the one where a goose is an unwelcome guest in the house. (There's proof in the book, I am not biased)

The graphics are interspersed with short descriptions of what she calls 'Unfortunate Situations, Flawed Coping Mechanisms, Mayhem, and Other Things That Happened', and as if the illustrations weren't tickling enough, the words reek of sarcasm, wit and the kind of wry humor that makes you giggle until you start crying.
Crying, because if you have been in the situations that she describes, you know that the humorous take is a huge favor she is doing to the world.
Take the comics about depression, for example. I have never seen anything put into words that could accurately hit the right spots when describing what it feels like to lose drive when depressed.
Her take on it, through this enviable combination of words and illustrations is the most raw, accurate and authentic rendition of this condition. The way she puts them, makes you laugh and cry, inexplicably at the same time, and I, for one, didn't know that that was possible. Her razor wit makes the reading and all the time spent around the book so much worthwhile.
The endearing part is that her take on every anecdote is infused with a kind of subtle humor in most cases, and explicit humor in othesr, that you cannot overlook the fact that the book is called 'Hyperbole and a Half' (and so is her blog)
If you think, crying with laughter isn't a thing, read this book, for it can make you smirk, chuckle, grin, laugh, sneer, chuckle, chortle, guffaw, and laugh all the varieties of laughter there are. And of course, it is a huge plus if you have been in situations similar to those described. (Which, frankly is unlikely)

No doubt then, that this book was also the winner of the Goodread's Readers' Choice Awards.
A HUGE recommendation from me. So glad I read this book!

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