“When given the choice between being right or being kind, choose kind.” This quote from Wayne Dyer makes a lot of sense, but most people forget it. After all, if they’re right, why shouldn’t they say so, right? It makes a lot of difference, actually.
There are books I’ve read, and reread often. Some are challenging to review because the emotions that I felt then are difficult to express. Others are challenging because they mean so much to me, that I don’t know if what I express will be enough to convey what that book means to me.
Writing poetry is not everyone’s cup of tea. I know that. But it’s even more difficult to write prose that when read, feels like reading poetry. I love it when that happens! I know few authors who do, and I can almost say with a hundred percent certainty that that expectation will be met even before I read the book.
For a change, it was nice to read a thriller where the fate of the world as we know it wasn’t in the balance, or hanging on the actions of the protagonist. I started reading this book knowing very well that there would be historical “facts” and religious views in it, having heard of the novel long back.
Too much of anything can be bad. Maybe that’s why people seek balance. But how much is the right amount? And who decides? To what extent can rules create amicable living, before a feeling of “being chained by rules” takes over and we want to break free of them?