My friend and I got to see the new adaptation of one of my favourite mysteries, Murder On The Orient Express last week. The movie was enjoyable, though nitpicking me could find a few flaws as in any other book to movie adaptation… The story starts off with a generous sprinkle of comedy and laugh… Continue reading Murder On The Orient Express (2017) Review
Ah, a crossover between two of my favourite fandoms. “It’s Christmas!” *wink* The characters of Sherlock can be divided into two types of Hogwarts students – Type A: Students decisively belonging to a house, which the Sorting Hat would declare instantly. Type B: Divergent students, whom the hat would declare are “difficult, very difficult” to… Continue reading Which Hogwarts House Would Each Sherlock Character Belong To?
Books help in breaking the ice. When you find someone who has read and liked the same book that you have, you establish an instant connection with them. It’s a wonderful feeling to find someone with whom you can discuss the book’s plot and characters, build up theories, and share your favourite parts of the… Continue reading 5 Reasons Why Books Are Amazing (Other Than What’s In Them)
Milk and cookies were always his favourite, A given on cold winter nights Sitting by the capricious fire that crackled happily, He would slowly chew the cookies in quiet delight. When he had eaten them all and drunk the milk, He would snuggle down further, and look up at the ceiling; As if he were… Continue reading Milk And Cookies
A fictional interview with AC and Poirot with real quotes.
About a year ago, my best friend introduced me to Lemony Snicket’s A Series Of Unfortunate Events. The two books of the series that he had lent me lay untouched for about two months, until I started reading it because I had no other new books to read. And boy, was I hooked! I finished… Continue reading Thank You, Mr. Snicket, For My Very Favourite Dictums
I’ve read 65 of Agatha Christie’s novels. I remember how the first Christie I read, Death In The Clouds, blew my mind and made me sit for half an hour doing nothing but marvelling at how skilfully the author had woven the intricate plot. I had literally suspected every single person but the culprit. The… Continue reading My Little Grey Cells Are Mad About Christie!