A Streak of Worst Books (November 2020 Reads #1)

*North* Indian Authors

After I read Hunger Games trilogy, I started watching a lot of book reviews and book recommendation in YouTube. Those channels call themselves as the book tube community. Inspired by them, I started posting the books that I read on my Instagram (Actually its bookstagram)

These guys introduced me to a lot of new books and writers.

I always wanted to read Indian writers, but I never knew anybody good. So, the Indian book tube came to my rescue. And with their recommendation, I filtered five Indian Authors that I am going to plan to read.

Amish Tripathi, Vineet Bajpai, Aswin Sanghi, Neil D’Silva and Ruskin Bond.

And I chose Amish Tripathi’s Suheldev to read first.

I didn’t like this book. There were some plots that didn’t get completed. This book was half baked. And it was so cringe-y to read.

After I completed reading this book, I started the trilogy I bought two months back on an offer. It was the Harappa trilogy written by Vineet Bajpai.

This is the shittiest book I read in the past, I don’t know, my whole life. I don’t want to write much about this book. Because this book is not even worth ranting about. But let me say this…

Even I dislike a book, I always finish it. I disliked Fifty Shades Freed and it took more than one month for me to complete it. I stopped reading it midway and started watching HIMYM. But later, I picked this book with the intention of finishing it and I finished it.

But I don’t have the courage to read this book anymore. Yet I read 2 books of this trilogy and 109 pages of the third book. Then, I threw this book away. Fuck this shit!

After reading this shit, I lost interest in reading and started watching Filler episodes of Supernatural and re-watched one piece to get my mood back.

After completing Madhorupaagan, I mean, before starting the Indian Author book, I started reading a book called Kadavul written by Sujatha. It’s a compilation of four essay written by writer Sujatha in his lifetime where each essay talks about God.

I was reading it one by one. Slowly. And I finished reading it after watching the last episode of Supernatural. The first two essays where shitty where Sujatha uses science to prove god and failed miserably. But the last two essays were readable, and it was awesome to some point.

By this, I had completed 25 books out of 30 in the Reading Challenge of 2020. 5 more books to go and it involves reading my first Stephen king book, a reread and my first Tamil Autobiography book.

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