Book Reviews

Book Without A Cover!

Yes such a thing exists!

A book without a cover!

But how?

It’s a book that’s old and saved throughout the years and it has now come into my posession. It’s torn front cover is a heartbreak, but the story that those yellowed pages own, is really heart warming.

The book’s name is ‘Broken Barriers’ written by Barbara Cartland. It’s a romance set in the 1930’s and if you think this story is too old for you- you are wrong! It’s a story filled with heartbreak, vanity, tears but all with a happy ending. It might sound like a teary read, but it’s not that, the plot is about a search for the true meaning of love.

There’s a lot to learn from the story of Norman- the protagonist, and although it might be a romance from the old times, it’s worth the read! There’s a subplot as well- a story about his step daughter whose own love story comes in play which has its own hardships in store for the readers. But, there is a lot to learn from both their hardships and heartbreaks, but I’ll just mention the one lesson I’ve learnt- true love does not come easy, and that’s why it should never be given up on.

I’ll end this post/book review with a picture of this amazing book:

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Nowhere Near Home

I walked all those streets

Passed all those stores

Breathed the air of those fields

But I am nowhere

Near home.

 

 

I talked to many people

Always asking for directions

I played with the little kids

Forgetting my infatuation.

 

 

I ate the Chinese chowmien

Pizza and French toast too

Had cold tea for breakfast

But all

Without you.

 

 

I read many books

Romance, comedy and thriller

Spent rainy afternoon

In the library.

Remembering you

Over coffee.

 

 

I wrote many letters

But never posted them

Carried them

Around the world

And dumped each

On every road.

 

 

I camped near rivers

Or stayed in abandoned homes

The loneliness

Creeping in

Making me

A lunatic.

 

 

I wore a shirt for days

Stitched up those holes

Wore them out

Forgot about

Ever going home.

 

 

I always cleaned up

Never leaving a mess

Never troubled anyone

And head my way again.

 

 

 

This journey, I took for hours

Days, weeks or months

Never finding

Never feeling

How it was

To be home.

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