Sunday, November 10, 2013

Killer In High Heels - Review


What happens in Vegas doesnt always Stay in Vegas.
L.A. Shoe Designer, Maddie Springer hasn't seen her father since he reportedly ran off to Las Vegas with a showgirl named Lola. So she's shocked when he leaves a desperate plea for help on her answering machine ending in a loud bang. Gunshot? Car backfire? Never one to leave her curiosity unsatisfied, Maddie straps on her stilettos and, along with her trigger-happy best friend, makes tracks for Sin City in search of her MIA dad.
Maddie hits the jackpot, all right. She finds not only her dad, but also a handful of aging drag queens, an organized crime ring smuggling fake Prada pumps, and one relentless killer. Plus, it seems the LAPDs sexiest cop is doing a little Vegas moonlighting of his own. In a town where odds are everything, Maddie bets it all on her ability to out-step a vicious murderer. She just hopes her gamble pays off... before her own luck runs out.

About the Author
Gemma Halliday, author of the High Heels Mysteries, has received numerous awards, including a Golden Heart, a National Readers Choice award and three RITA nominations, as well as hitting both the New York Times and the USA Today bestseller list. She currently lives in San Francisco Bay Area where she is hard at work on several new projects including more books in the Maddie Springer Stories.




What do you do when you love the first book in a trilogy? You instinctively go for the next one, hoping to derive the same thrill and joy out of it that you gained from Part – 1. Your expectations rocket sky high, since you trust the author has added a lot more flavour, and spiced up the concoction to your overly salivating reading mind. And then, comes the moment, when you finally pick up the book. If your expectations are met, well and good. If not, go grab a drink, and better luck next time.

So, if you would like to fall into the second category, “Killer In High Heels” is just not for you, ‘cause like its prequel – “Spying In High Heels” – this book too comes loaded with just the right amount of ingredients to keep you fully occupied on a warm winter Sunday.

Gemma Halliday returns with her protagonist Maddie Springer, and this time, it’s her relationship with her estranged father, Larry, that forms the backdrop of the story. She receives an unexpected call from Larry, which, cut short by a loud bang, makes her believe that her father is in some sort of danger. She packs her bag, and along with her best friends Dana and Marco, hurriedly rushes to Las Vegas in search of her father and to help him out. Little did she knew that the events would be murkier, and darker, than she had expected them to be.

What I really liked about this series till now is that even though the plots are grave and serious, they are beautifully adorned with the right dosage of humor. You are never weighed down. Rather you flow along with the story in perfect sync, at times even witnessing the words come alive, and the characters living out the pages just right in front of your eyes. The narration is crisp and sleek, and irrefutably fun. Oh, what a master storyteller Gemma Halliday has turned out to be, and the numerous awards she has received justifies her potential. Not only will you love with the story, you will also find yourselves drawn towards the characters.

You can’t write a review for the High Heels series without talking about its prime characters. Maddie, as always, is the ever inquisitive girl, who lands up being at the wrong place at the wrong time. She wants to be in the thick of things, carrying investigations on her own, but she isn't a James Bond, and that’s what makes her so real. Maddie is a normal person, trying to sort out the problems of her life, when fate lands her in these sorts of mazes. However, that’s not always a wrong thing ‘cause it gives her the chance to come face to face with the LAPD’s sexiest cop, Ramirez. Together they form a tangled pair, neither are they in a relationship nor are they out of it. Confused? Don’t be, just read the book and you will know what I mean.

And what can I say about Dana? I just love her ‘ohmigod’. She is one of the funniest characters I have ever come across in any story. She will make sure you do not suppress a laugh, whenever she is around. Marco, Mrs. Rosenblatt and Maddie’s mother form the rest of the mad cap bunch, and all of them put together does provide you with a memorable journey.

I loved the KILLER as much as I had loved SPYING. Time to go UNDERCOVER, perhaps (‘Undercover in High Heels’ is the third part of the trilogy)!


Title: Killer In High Heels
Author: Gemma Halliday
Publisher: Jaico Publishing House
Publication Year: 2013
Language: English
Binding: Paperback
Genre: Fiction
No. of Pages: 258
Price: Rs 299
My Rating: 4/5







Saturday, November 09, 2013

By The Shore

by the shore
discarded lovers
broken shells
             (JRB)

My Continuation -

by the shore
discarded lovers
broken shells
footprints on sand
lost in silver waves


This Tan Renga is shared with Carpe Diem - By The Shore.





Thursday, November 07, 2013

No Cilantro For Me Today


No. No way. No cilantro for me today. My taste buds demand for fish, yes, just the right kind. Till then, I'm not going to get down. Got it?


This 140-characters micro-fiction is shared with Succinctly Yours - Week 137.



Wednesday, November 06, 2013

The Day We Found Love, Again





Separation was inevitable, and we both knew it.

No, this wasn’t any case of her being in love with another guy, or me having a fascination towards my female colleague. It’s just that we weren’t meant for each other. Period.

Ours was a love marriage, full of passion, one that came bundled with the bright colours of youth, sparkling like gold, but with time, it faded away, the leaden metal exposed.

So, when she came up with the proposal, we didn’t argue, we didn’t fight. We just knew this had to happen, someday, if not today, then tomorrow, and I nodded my head in agreement. Was I sad? I know not, but yes, a hollow, a vacancy of unfulfilled promises did envelop my heart.

Divorce in India is always a lengthy process. It takes months, and even years, for the final verdict, and till then, you just have to go with the flow. Courts, dates, lawyers and all. We did get our divorce papers, signed them, and handed them over to our respective lawyers.

However, we tried to keep our relationship amicable. We were no longer living together, she staying in the 2 BHK flat where we had together woven dreams, while I had rented a 1BHK nearby. The proximity ensured that we were aware of each other’s whereabouts, without meddling into our affairs.

It was time for her to leave, to fly off to Chicago, for an official assignment, next day. As I wasn’t her ‘ex-husband’ yet, I decided to go with her to the airport. In any case, she didn’t have any other relatives, or friends, in this city who could see her off. A few gifts would do no harm, and I went to a nearby gift shop to buy something for her.

Her flight was at 10am. It was already 6. I got up, dressed, and ran towards my car. The engine reverberated, and I was off to her place to pick her up.

The gift stood still, alone, on my bedside table, isolated, forgotten.

~o~

I reached her place, and parked the car. I walked up to the flat and pressed the door bell.

No response.

Once, twice, thrice, and yet no response.

I took out my cell to dial her number, when suddenly the door opened. She was standing transfixed, her head bent low, tears in her eyes, and a red suitcase, in perfect equilibrium with the door hinges. She was wearing a light blue denim jeans, black tee, and a maroon jacket. We didn’t exchange a word, and silently walked towards the car.

We seated ourselves, and I turned on the engine, when her muffled voice broke the silence of the moment – “Do you know what day it is today?”

I knew. It was the day I had proposed my love to her.

I shifted the gear from second to third, and then to fourth. The car moved smoothly. I wished our relation had turned out to be as smooth.

She took out something from her purse, and asked me to stop the car. She then showed me the content of that ‘something’.

A dried rose, flattened with pages of time, a greeting card with “I Love You Marry Me No … Plz” written inside, and a diary, her diary.

“These are very precious to me,” she said, tears streaming down her cheeks, “and so were you. I do not know when I would return. Please keep the diary with you, as a token of the love, the affection we shared.”
Her voice trailed off, while I lost mine.

“Is it necessary to go?” I asked her, and then realized that I had forgotten to bring the gifts I had brought for her, the look of “oh-shit” visible on my face.

“What?” she asked amused, and I felt relieved to see a glint of smile on her face, “You forgot my gift?”
I just nodded. “Miss the flight.”

“Treat me then,” prompt came the reply.

We went to a nearby café, had sandwiches and steaming mugs of coffee, our eyes lost in each other, seeking answers, answering questions. We hardly spoke, as our fingers entwined, the warm feeling of past rushing back in my veins.

I ordered for a cake, a time to celebrate, and the waiter simply said, “It’s 9am Sir. We can provide you with the cake only after 12.”

We confirmed the order, and told him to deliver the cake to our (yes, our) address. We left, hands in hands, our hearts back to where they belonged.

“Let me cook for you today,” I offered, knowing pretty well how bad a cook I was. And yet, sometimes, you don’t care. It’s just the feeling of doing something for the person you love that matters.

“Ok. Mister, but are you trying to impress me?” she said, winking naughtily.

I came out of the kitchen, and chased her all around the flat. Finally, tired, we fell on the couch, breathing heavily, happily.

“I love you,” I said, rather whispered, in her ears.

“Ok. Fine. But rush to the kitchen. The noodles smell burnt.”

Oops. I had forgotten that it was me cooking today.

~o~

The food was ready, and the cake was delivered.

She looked at me, and her sparkling eyes danced with joy, ‘cause on top of the cake were two cute heart shaped platinum rings, that I had secretly ordered and bought.

“I love you, and I have made the lunch too. Will you be mine, forever?” I bent down on my knee, holding one of the rings, and proposed.

“Hmm. Will you cook lunch for me daily?” She asked, her lips curled, smiling mischievously.

“If not lunch,” I answered, grinning, “I will definitely ensure a delicious dinner, with an enticing dessert.”

She laughed, and I laughed too. She came closer, and we hug each other, our lips obeying the law of love, gently caressing the emotions that lay deep within us. We were together, now, and forever.

~ o ~

Needless to mention, the divorce papers were shredded and fed to the bin.


This is my official entry to "Platinum Day of Love" contest organized by Indiblogger in association with PreciousPlatinum.in.





Winter's Arrival

winter's arrival
time for blankets and some wool
wish I was a sheep


This Haiku is shared with Haiku My Heart.



Tuesday, November 05, 2013

November Books

As the winter dawns in Gurgaon, the sweaters and jackets find their way out of the cupboard. The temperature drops gradually, signalling the arrival of chill, something I had never experienced in Kolkata. Winters in Kolkata were cool and pleasant. Gurgaon refuses to be cooperative.



But then, if you have books, and a warm blanket, you can endure any weather. I am lucky in that regard, as I have quite a few paperbacks waiting to be read and savored, in this month of November.















There will be additions to the list in the coming days. Till then, I will be pretty occupied with these, and their soothing warmth.


This post is shared with Book Haul - November.



Wise Enough To Be Foolish - Review


Wise Enough to be Foolish is a fictionalized memoir that traces the journey of an Indian girl's life, with all its challenges and delightful surprises, as she blossoms from an insecure child into a confident young woman. This roller-coaster ride of adventure, laughter and heartache, as she balances her love life with her struggle for independence, will keep you guessing. What rules will she break next? How far will she go to find herself?

About The Author
Mother of two girls, amateur athlete, part-time writer, management school drop-out, traveller, entrepreneur, in full-time employment with the worlds largest escorted touring company and woman behind The Active Holiday Company, Gauri Jayaram is a little bit of many things and still not satisfied! She frequently combines her love for long distance running with rock music.

For more about the book visit www.wiseenoughtobefoolish.com.





You know that feeling you get when you cuddle up to sweet memories under your blanket, your eyes closed, the honey-dewed fragrance melting your senses, fragmenting the weary body, thus revitalizing it all over again, and soothing your tired nerves. You earn a smile, of sincerity, going with the flow, savoring the delights that life have to offer, and thanking the almighty for all and everything. You find solace, and peace, and your troubles cease to exist.

‘Wise Enough To Be Foolish’ by Gauri Jayaram serves exactly the same purpose. It’s pleasant, soft as a silk, and at times cleverly straightforward and blatant, and is a perfect interpretation of life, for who knows where life would lead to in the future. It’s best to live in the present, learn from the past, and dream for the future.

That’s what Gauri, the author, and the protagonist does. Born and brought up in a family of three, she often felt aloof. Her parents love and affection were showered towards her elder and younger siblings, and she, gradually turned out to be the black sheep in the family. She was different, and she took pride on that. Often her behavior appeared rebellious to her parents, but that’s what she was, and that’s what life had taught her to be.

Gauri found love, and lost it, umpteen times, always looking for that perfect soul mate, someone who would understand her, support her, be her guide and her pillar of strength, always forever. However, things didn't work out as expected, and relationships she valued came falling down in no time. This continued till she met her Mr. Perfect, and as they say, all’s well that ends well.

Gauri, rightly quips at a certain portion in the book – “From someone ungettable, to one who went to jail, to a Parsee priest, all the way to the one I will always love, to the man I eloped and married – it was a wild journey. And, finally, I had found love – in a man who was very like me in some ways.

That’s the path she had traveled, and we, as a reader, should be glad that she made us a part of it.
This is not just about Gauri’s quest for love, freedom and identity. Rather, this book is about each one of us, who, stuck in the busy humdrum of our lives, often choose to ignore our wishes and have learnt to wade along with the flow. This book teaches you to fight, not for anyone else, but for yourself. This is a book about chasing your dreams, listening to your heart, and living the way that makes you the happy in your own world.

Gauri’s narration is flawless, the words cleverly poised,and punctuated, that makes the story all the more realistic. We feel as if the author is right there with us, narrating the events, one page at a time, dictating from her diary. Story telling is an art, and Gauri perfects it to the T.

This book must be read, re-read and re-re-read, when you feel low, or even when you are basking in excitement. This story is for everyone, for everytime, ‘cause it is not only the author’s tale, but it is a story about all of us.


Title: Wise Enough To Be Foolish
Author: Gauri Jayaram
Publisher: Jaico Publishing House
Publication Year: 2013
Language: English
Binding: Paperback
Genre: Fiction
No. of Pages: 216
Price: Rs 225
My Rating: 4/5





Monday, November 04, 2013

Un-erased



I wouldn't mind erasing the past, but what's the guarantee for a better future?

Things have changed, people have moved on, leaving me abandoned, isolated.

Memories linger, in warm summer mornings, and in cool wintry nights, the sunny balm and the icy smoothness melting my heart, as I whisper tears.

Dwelling in hypocrisy, should I lay rest to the sweet whispers that play gentle music in my head, throbbing against the veins; my arteries tuned with love, her love?

I reside in indecision, uncertainty my forte, but someday, and someday soon, things either need to go back, or run forward; and till then, I relish the un-erased vacuum.



This Five Sentence Fiction is shared with Little McFerrin Writes - Erased.




Grass

naked feet
kissing dewy green carpet
sheer bliss


This Haiku is shared with Haiku Heights - Grass.



Friday, November 01, 2013

She


she creeps
on the edge of your bed
still and silent
white
laughing a shrilled cry
her head rocking
violently
bloodshot eyes
fingers glide across your skin
and you sit, numb


This is my attempt on the occasion of All Hallow's Eve. In honor of the day, this poem contains exactly 31 words.