So, I was sitting in my little room, wondering what to do (apart from procrastinating the myriad of assignments that I need to finish) and my eyes fell on this book. What catches your attention first is the cover. Then you flip it over to read the blurb and that gets you hooked. It is a collection of short stories about men. Yes. Men *hums the Two and a Half Men soundtrack*. I haven never read a book that can boast of that. So, curiosity killed the cat. Or, as in this case, killed any motivation to work on my assignment.
Interestingly, this book doesn’t embark on a misogynist journey. All the stories do touch you in some way. The writing style is precise and it doesn’t make you feel like you’re reading another piece of trashy, self proclaimed “literature”. It takes you into the minds of men with different histories and personalities in a sensitive yet sardonic manner.
Of them all, “The Stockholm Syndrome” was my favourite. It reminded me of the twisted, convoluted humorous writing of Roald Dahl - one of the greatest honours that I can confer on any individual. Well done.