kit’s posterous

I recently finished Shantaram and it is one of the best books I have read in a long, long time.  My friend Anisha recommended it to me and we both agree that when you finish the book, you feel like you have lost a friend. 

It is a long book but well worth your time.  I think it might have rotated my perspective on life just a little bit.  Ya, it's THAT good.

From The Washington Post's Book World/washingtonpost.com:

Shantaram, a blatantly autobiographical first novel by Gregory David Roberts, an Australian author who himself fled to India after escaping from prison, sets out to tell the story of Lin's transformation from desperate, bitter man on the run to, if not a man of peace, then a man of understanding, a man at peace with his life and the mistakes he has made.

The book, told in 933 readable pages, follows him from a remote Indian village in monsoon season to the Afghan mountains in winter, but mostly it takes place in Bombay: in a slum where he founds a medical clinic, in a prison where he is beaten and tortured, in meetings of a branch of the India mafia led by Abdel Khader Khan, an Afghan who becomes a father figure and employer for the fugitive.

Now that Britain has declared they are not even potato crips (but they are tax free) and the man who invented the Pringles can had his ashes placed in the can (original red) and was buried, I just don't seem to crave them anymore. 

And don't even get me started on the whole Pringles are a communist plot theory with our little friend Stalin on the front.  People have been on to that for years. 

That's it.  It is official.  I quit you, Pringles!

And since I am ranting....Garry...why is there no search on your home page?  We will see if you are really reading my posts.  Heh, heh.