Beyond the hangover

I believe all fellow readers here will say a resounding 'aye' when I say that our reading journeys are divided into eras, an era before ACOTAR, when reading was just a pleasant hobby, a place to get lost in and forget oneself, an era after ACOTAR when reading in itself is a pulsating need, this black hole that will never be filled.

And you know why? Because we will never be able to re-read ACOTAR for the first time again, and for that I'll always hold sorrow in my heart because it is incredible, Absolutely incredible. Like the top-notch shit of the top-notch shit.

But before I start rambling about ACOTAR, I think I should shed some light on my reading journey before it. The first or probably the first book I read was from Enid Blyton's Famous Five series, it sparked a fire that I hope will never dim. I'll always be grateful for stumbling on Enid Blyton's work, a sheer luck thing when my school librarian issued it to me from his pre-approved stack of books.

I read Secret Seven, Malory Towers, and St. Clare's series immediately after. If you have fond memories of reading these books, I'd love to hear them, so don't hesitate to find me on my Instagram handle.

But my serious foray into serious literature was with Amish Tripathi's Shiva Trilogy, a gift from my uncle, this book has touched a part of me and took it for itself. I don't think I've bawled as hard as I did towards the end of the 'Oath of the Vayuputras' ever again.

Fast forward years later, an impulse buy in the lockdown period (can you believe that was almost 4 years back), I bought the ACOTAR series. I read them all in one continuous stretch, mind you, and my world hasn't been the same since.

There's still so much to tell, there always will be but I don't wanna drone on and on so I'll see you after a brief pause. Y'all we need the reprieve because I sure talk a lot.