Miss Wisey Pants

I dreamed of girls in green veils, hundreds of them, climbing up the mountain to the north of our town. A stream of emerald on the trail to the summit, where, one by one, they fell off the other side, their arms outstretched like wings that should have known how to fly. There are times when the title of a book is enough to lure you. This was one such book for me. Set in Afghanistan, the story is a parallel narration of the lives of Shekiba and Rahima, who are generations apart from each other yet bound by a common thread that weaves the intricacies of their struggles to define their own naseeb  (destiny).  Rahima, 13, is the third-born among five girls to a loving & diffident mother and a father who's mostly conspicuous by his absence. In their village in Afghanistan, not having a son is considered a failure. Just the way it used to be when Rahima's great-great grandmother, Shekiba, was alive. Girls aren't allowed to step out of the house by themselves, let alone going ...

It's been a long time I've written anything about a book. That's because I've been slacking. The house-arrest is starting to get to my head so much so that I ended up indulging in some mindless Netflixing. I devoured this Canadian comedy show called Schitt's Creek & absolutely forgot everything about reading for a few days. I guess I needed some time off.  Like I mentioned in my previous post, I started reading Fall of Giants for the second time. The first time I had read this marvel by Ken Follet in 2016, I was absolutely mesmerised! The way he's narrated the whole World War saga intertwined around the lives of five families of different nationalities is nothing but fascinating. I was pleasantly surprised to realise that I did remember parts of this story. However, I wanted to give it another read just to refresh my memory on World War 1 of which I remembered nothing.  Although this book is a work of fiction, it does have some famous real life leaders, like...