Filler blip

As well as being a filler blip (the worst type of a desperation blip), it is also my external memory. I used to write down the books I read, but that somehow dropped off and I am back to never remembering what I wanted to recommend to whom.

So these are all to be read, except for the top one, which I will have to come clean is the third volume of not anything with number 50, but The Hunger Games. Teenage literature is well suited to bus commute. Others are mostly non-fiction and speak for themselves. Kiran Desai once took part in BBC World Book Club and having listened to that podcast I was determined to read this book. I am not sure where my fascination with Indian literature comes from. Previous life maybe?