Over read myself in 2018

Started the year's reading with a book called Mindful way through depression. Believe me it was the worst nightmare I could have, it took me a month and a half to realize that, this book was utter gutter crap.

It wasn't the way out of depression, but it tried its best to put me into depression. I couldn't read for days together because I was so hell bent on reading this book completely, and this book was so adamant that it didn't want to be read.

Finally, I gave it up for some good old Ruskin Bond and there you go, problem solved. As of today in the fourth month, I have read almost 9 books for the year, much have been Ruskin Bond to give me that feel good factor of the mountains (of course).

But all in all way to go.. wohoo.. pat on my back, considering how hard I work these days :)

Cheers,

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