Monday, March 19, 2007

Supergirl

So i've always known i was strong and beautiful, but i've just found out that i'm supergirl... of course i would be happier if i was superwoman, but what the hell, i guess i can live with being supergirl. it's a tough job, but someone's got to do it...

Your results:
You are Supergirl

Supergirl
100%
Wonder Woman
95%
Iron Man
75%
Robin
65%
Green Lantern
60%
Spider-Man
55%
Catwoman
55%
Hulk
50%
Superman
45%
The Flash
40%
Batman
35%
Lean, muscular and feminine.
Honest and a defender of the innocent.
click here to take the "which superhero are you?" quiz...

Thursday, March 08, 2007

International Women's Day

Today is International Women's Day and i dedicate it to all the wonderful women in my life ... and that includes you dear reader ...

Let's celebrate this day and embrace all the women who have made a difference in our lives. Our mothers, our aunts, our grandmothers, sisters, best friends, our daughters, our secretaries, our goddesses...

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Books: February

Despite it being the shortest month of the year, i managed to read 3 books - which goes to show something i'm sure - though i don't know what. probably that i have an undemanding child who understands that i need to read to be normal.

So, i read, Little Altars Everywhere by Rebecca Wells, which frankly, i didn't like so much. i felt a little cheated as i loved the Ya Yas in Divine Secrets of the Ya Ya Sisterhood, and this prequel doesn't do them any favours. i ended up feeling really terrible for their children, the Ya ya-ettes - the poor things. So i guess the novel was succesful on one level since it produced this total emphathy i have for the kids - but because i loved the divine secrets i was saddened by this. It's like one of those episodes on your favourite show, where your fav character gets killed off. you had to watch the show to see it happen, but you can't take it nevertheless. That's how i felt about this book. Sigh...

Then i read When we were Orphans by Kazuo Ishiguro, who i love for writing The Remains of the Day - which must be one of the most wonderful books ever. And it was good.Can't wait to read Never Let Me Go, which is also by him. Its sitting on my bookshelf waiting for him, but the thing about him, is that he makes you feel so deeply for his characters, that you sort of feel drained after finishing the novel. You need to step away and breathe... large breaths.... in out, in out...

So to breathe i read The Memory Keeper's Daughter by Kim Edwards- which probably wasn't so clever of me, since it is also a deeply emotional novel. It's about a doctor who delivers his twins on a snowy day, and finds out that whilst his son is normal, his daughter has Down's Syndrome. And it is set in the sixties when very little was understood about people with Down's Syndrome and there wasn't much support. The general prognosis then was that the child would be very disabled and a short life because of heart complications. In grief, he gives the child to his nurse and tells her to send the child to a nursing home. He tells his wife the girl died in childbirth.

The nurse can't bring herself to give the baby up and runs away - she cares for the baby and brings her up. she has to fight lots of fights but when the book ends the girl is 24 years old and has a job and wants to get married.

i've been wanting to read this book ever since i saw the blurb on the back of the book in a bookshop last year; And then this year Gitanjali's best friend in class is little Tishia Bharti who has Down's Syndrome. She is such a lovely child. Everytime she sees me, she gives me a hug and 2 kisses, one on each cheek. I've never met such a loving toddler before. i just want to take her home and take care of her and never let any harm come to her.

And so, when i saw this book during the recent CNY sale at Trishansasha, i had to buy it.

It's a nice book, but i think the author could have done much better. She put in a lot of stuff that she didn't have to, and somehow a lot of emotions get glossed over for the overriding pain of the loss of that little girl. The mom can never move past that point in her life to celebrate in her son. Her daughter died and she goes into depression. And while this is a valid emotion, it doesn't make sense that she can't enjoy her son. but then maybe that's what depression means. i don't know.

The story is told in parallel format. the son and the daughter. Because the book spans 24 years, there are lots of leaps made. i guess the story hooked me more than the actual novel. It was good but could have been great...

It's March now, and i'm reading Cold Sassy Tree by Olive Ann Burns. Let you know how that works out ok...