Books are my friends, the characters in a story are my mentors and the author is my role-model. Returning from that bookless, library-less world of Libya. I plunged myself into the universe of reading. The first book on which I could lay my hand was by J.M Coetzee. In 2005 I have read one of his work titled Life and Times of Michael K. I found that book was moving and deeply humane. So this time when I saw Coetzee on a library shelf (waiting to be devoured) I never had any second thoughts. Thus I started reading BOYHOOD. A poignant portrayal of a South African childhood.
The book contains two main binary oppositions -
The cultural ego-clash between Afrikaans and the so-called English life.
The religious animosity between Catholics and Protestants
I want to write a book on my childhood..it will be fun..i am sure..
Dreams are what we haveIn this world, a dark cave
A dream is not something that happens when you are asleep
It is something which will never let you sleep
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