I finally found the right book to write poetry in. Its a beautiful book which is covered with stenciled velvet which forms beautiful patterns of leaves and flowers. Perfect. Got it covered with transparent plastic covering to protect the velvet from the usual elements. Now begins the tedious task of transferring over 60 poems from my desktop and phone to this book. I’m a traditionalist that way. I enjoy the old custom of writing on paper, instead of the very usual typing on phone or comps.
I also happened to get the Shiver trilogy. What can I say ? I totally dig fantasy fiction. Its fantastic how there are no limits in that world. I really get annoyed when people criticize that genre of books. Only the ones who lack even a minimal amount of imagination and creativity can claim that fantasy fiction is bullshit. When I think about it, the real world has more bullshit in it. I mean, look around. There is more crap going on around, no ethics, no courtesy, no freedom, prejudices everywhere, no life. The world in books are way better. So if some idiot actually comes up to me and tells me to be realistic, I’ll slap him in the face and tell him no, thanks. Been there. Done that. Hated it. So get lost. We imaginative creatures are a more peaceful lot though, when uninterrupted by these crappy realists.
For those of you out there who enjoy a dark, edgier and more detailed and complicated works of fantasy fiction, I suggest you to read His Dark Materials trilogy by Philip Pullman. Its brilliant. It changed my whole perspective of my universe and the ones that exist parallely. Apart from that trilogy, there is another one that is more complicated and beautiful. The Inheritance cycle by Christopher Paolini is worth more than a shot.
shrutikrishna 