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The cukoo's calling - book review

It is Christmas time, joy and ebullience in air everywhere, got some free time and so I finished reading the first ever crime thriller novel written by the Harry Potter creator J.K.Rowling. She wrote this novel under the norm de plume, Robert Galbraith. The book is a massive 550 odd pages one with so many difficult words to consume for non-English speakers like me, I was forced to resort to my dictionary so many times that I lost my count. But it was worth and I liked it despite the tediousness and lousiness it caused by its level of difficulty and sheer bulk.
The book was refreshing as it deviated from the usual crime story style as that of Agatha Christie/Conan Doyle, though I feel the latter styles are very effective ones with lot more takers. Contrasting to the comfortable and flamboyant, Hercule Poirot or the eccentric/manic Mr. Holmes, the sleuth "Cormoran Strike" is devastated, destitute, massive, hairy and rough natured. We are introduced to him when he is just sep…

New year calmness

A new year is coming. On a flash back, every year for every body will be marked by some achievements,  marred by some aspersions and plagued by worries. Time will heal everything, even the deepest of wounds. Embrace the joy and the worries equally just like a solid rock, neutralize worries. The awesome song sung by Idina Menzel for the Disney flick "Frozen" is the right song when you are down. See the lyrics below.
"The snow glows white on the mountain tonight,
not a footprint to be seen.
A kingdom of isolation and it looks like I'm the queen.
The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside.
Couldn't keep it in, Heaven knows I tried.
Don't let them in, don't let them see.
Be the good girl you always have to be.
Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know.
Well, now they know!

Let it go, let it go!
Can't hold it back any more.
Let it go, let it go!
Turn away and slam the door.
I don't care what they're going to say.
Let the storm rage on.
The cold n…