Book Review: The Sins of the Father

With great title comes, better expectations! You’d look at the title and wonder what it could probably be but that’s what the author wants to convey in the book. You’d be whisked by the imagination he brings into fiction by those magical words.


In the second installment of his five PART drama is during 1930 to 1945 happening around England and New York where Harry Clifton dies at the end. Whoops! Really? (Kidding!) The prequel starts from where the first book ends so you have to read the first one in order to know the second volume.

Jeffrey the Author knows to dangle us in suspense. The narrative structure is just the same as the first book revealing the different perspective of each character peeling layer by layer into different forms. Archer connects all these characters expressing their views into one strong main character Harry Clifton. In this sequel, there is a promising future for Emma Barrington and Clifton. However, things don’t fall in place once Harry gets to know the long buried family secret and he doesn’t get to marry his love. In addition, since the Britain had declared war on Germany, he decided to join merchant navy. Nevertheless, his ship sinks in ocean and all his crew members die except him and an American sailor Tom Bradshaw that gets rescued by American cruise liner Kansas. Bradshaw dies that following night and In order to remain safe and forget his past, Harry assumes a different identity. What awaited him in New York is a total surprise of six years of prison life as Tom Bradshaw which is far worse than his past!

I personally felt the first book is much better than this one because the suspense is realistic but here isn’t one you quite live up to your expectations. I still read it on cause I want to know what could be the ending. In the middle it’s bit dragging but it’s okay if you just turn pages and try to understand what Archer would like to tell through his story. Presently I’m onto the fourth volume and I feel its OK to read it. CAUSE for some unknown reason I like the way its written plus it has some tale to it. I liked towards the ending where Clifton joins Merchant Navy and its a suspense when he is handcuffed with a different identity. Now rest is up to you to judge. This isn’t the best book of what he is written but you got to read the story to know what comes next.

Read on this perk stuff even if its slow. Give a rating of 3.5 stars out of 5.

Good day to y’all.

Book Review: Only Time Will Tell

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Three days and I’m done reading the first part, a National Bestseller. I’ve to buck up my reading pace to know what’s next. Jeffrey Archer forces us to indulge and leaves us hanging at the end forcing us to read the next one on series. The truth is I’ve never read any of Jeffrey Archer works before may be cause of its small font or the number of pages that makes me stuck to read till end. Whatever made me read to its first page turn out to finish until last the fourth volume.

Jeffrey Howard Archer, born of 15 April 1940 is a former politician who had resigned twice from Parliament after disputes in some financial scandal. His books sold over 250 million copies over which Clifton chronicles one of the best.

“I was told that my father was killed in the war”

Clifton Chronicles begins with Harry Clifton life from Great War to the outbreak of second war. His story tails from 1919 with a tragic part about his father’s death in the backstreet of Bristol.

Along the lines you might compare harry life with the character of Harry in Harry Potter because somewhere between those lines is a slight scheme of ‘rags to riches’ or am I thinking too much? He gets scholarship in an exclusively boys public school where he gets better education. Moreover, he falls in love with an attractive woman and daughter of Hugo Barrington, the owner of the shipping line where Harry’s Father had worked.

Harry’s father, a doc worker in Bristol died in an accident is a mystery since the cause is unknown to him and his mother,  Maise Clifton. Uncle Stan (Maise Brother) never tells the truth what had happened to Harry’s father.  When he gets to know the awful truth that there is a possibility that he could be the first-born son or heir to the shipping line. There goes us again gripping the book even further thinking of ideas while making our imagination wonder.

At the age of 12, Harry sings in the choir as the solo lead where the boys and girls of his age never had a talent that is rare like his. His mother works hard by changing jobs as a waitress and with sole determination enrolls him in best school and education. He befriends with Giles Barrington, the son of Hugo Barrington, owner of Bristol shipping company. However, Barrington hates him for no clear reason, which leaves our curiosity to know why. It may have a predictable twist but I believe in not admitting it after all what suspense it could be if you know it. The path to a great riches  is the obstacles that comes with great tensions and to know whether he’d be bullied or how shall he see the world when his father got killed in war as they say. Will he and Giles be friends forever? Or will Emma accept him the way he is? Will he get a scholarship to Bristol Grammar School?  Will his mother’s tea shop succeed so that she can pay the fees? Everything revolves around Harry but with the number of question marks bring us the twist that would enlighten the story.

“By the way Harry… I’ve just read your essay on Jane Austen, and I was fascinated by your suggestion that if Miss Austen had been able to go to university, she might never have written a novel, and even if she had, her work probably wouldn’t have been so insightful.’

‘Sometimes it’s an advantage to be disadvantaged,’ said Harry.

‘That doesn’t sound like Jane Austen,’ said Mr Frobisher.

‘It wasn’t,’ replied Harry. ‘But it was said by someone else who didn’t go to university,’ he added without explanation.”

The narration part from the first volume is excellent as told from various perceptive and each version carries us to an element of suspense. The story ends with a cliffhanger and earning to buy another of his book to read the rest of the mystery.

Loved all the books from his series except in second volume you may find it bit dragging somewhere in middle and all too predictable ending in second volume of Clifton chronicles. Clifton Chronicles is a mixture of family, friendship and romance in middle of history. However, It’s a very good book and language is simple and appreciable. Lovely read and I ‘d give a 4.5 stars /5.

I recommend this book. This book is available in amazon, ebay and all other book marts. Get it from flipkart India as there are amazing offers for paperback copies.

Yes ‘Only Time will tell’ as his life from the orphaned son from 20th century to oh lord – only time will tell! Read up and stay tuned for more reviews. :)

P.S: This post is a response to the Wednesday prompt #24 for the  :)

Book Review: Matters of the Heart

matters_heartOh, don’t get it wrong! I know it’s a nice title. Overwhelming with romantic emotions and way beyond imagination when you think it didn’t reach up to any of your expectations.  BUT, the subtitle says it all, ‘Beneath the charm, there lurked the dangers of an obsessive love‘.

Danielle Fernandes Dominsque Schuelein Steel in short what  you’d know as Danielle Steel brings to you Matters of the heart out of her many written compositions published. This American author has several to her hand in years. Among those, this being the second one  I read of hers. First being ‘Happy Birthday’ a typical female oriented story where some things make sense and others quite romantic.

Reading first few pages gets a glimpse of strong independent female photographer Hope having her time of life. A journey from darkness to light as author describes her independent single life from heartbroken of an ex husband having cancer at an early age as dark and lightness basks in love or finds hope in cracks of mundane life. She could feel the mixed emotions of joy and grief as the serenity of every nook and corner of world as she looks through the lens falls in her eyes. She isn’t looking for Mr perfect but it all falls in place as she gets this offer to shoot for a celebrated writer and wants her to photo shoot him.

With money comes success as does his charms, Finn O’Neil is a ticket to happiness and ‘perfect life’ to the quite despairing Hope. They instantly fall for each other and finds one another irresistible.  In midst of Danielle story about obsessive love and dark secrets, there are missing links in his lines, the lies in his innocence, and bouts of jealousy that unnerves her bringing us to a conclusion of  Hope both in confused, and ultimately frightened of the man she loves. What more lies is the adoring man of hers hiding? Is it possible if it could be any worse? Would a sociopath could have a powerful influence on an average person into the trap being emotionally wrecked.

All too soon the story begins with a strong character and ends in a naive love. It’s not a jigsaw puzzle cause the mystery unveils too quickly.

I personally didn’t like the writing style because it’s more like a rich lady-poor man or a rich man- poor lady gets the story ride to best seller easy. Typical love scheme I’d say.

If nothing, toss up for this one. Quick to read and simple language!

2 stars out of 5 :) This book is available in amazon, ebay and all the book marts. Good Day to you all! Stay tuned. :)

Wish you were here, “RAWR”!

Vidya-Sury-schoolThis photo is the prompt for 100-words-on-saturday and the picture credits to Vidya Sury, an amazing blogger. Thank you Vidya Sury for this prompt.

Sitting at the doorstep, she gazed onto the blue sky. Humid drops bubbled down her spine. Walking across the compound, she picked up the dry fallen blooms, stumbled and kicked the giant cut.

“Ouch”, what the hell!

The purple wooden chunk lay near the meadow dried and lonely eternally at ease.

Jimmy pouncing in the wood bestowed her mind as vibrant as earlier for the first time. Waiting nearby made her heart churn with his mischievous chase, smelling on all likely…and his missing barks no longer real…


‘Wish you were here…RAWR’

The Phenomenal Woman

Glad to make it to writetribe prompt for the day. Settling down at my house but before, I know I’d be back to my college so soon. (Sad but I’m trying to make the most of my time here happy) So I’ve written a previous post on Maya expressing my views on her however, write tribe asked to quote on my favorite quote of hers.maya-angelou

All I knew were some of her quotes like three or four. Just like everybody appreciating her quotes on facebook, google plus and twitter, I too got my fair of share from all three because of her demise that flaunt all over world with her inspirational quotes and her phenomena.

“My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style.”

Like every odd person trying to spend countless hours watching TV series. I too began my routine with every possible character until when I occasionally check whatsapp and facebook. I guess in between I saw this particular line on my homepage posted by somebody in facebook. Maya Angelou, Not knowing who she is, I just tossed my mind somewhere else with a passing thought of some infamous author published a thought-provoking one for me. I smiled. But It was ‘God-moment’ of noticing it from my dead mode. But!!! How to be? I asked myself. How am I supposed to be content?

Just like the quote, I know I’ve to fly high, with whatever I choose I’ve to happy for a longer span of life. What! It irked me…

What plans after this? Sick with every annoying tone of asking this irresistible question repeatedly, I’m frustrated to know what next. When people figures it out so easily, I wonder if life could bring answers when I want to know. SO I decided to remain silent and sit here idle and think whatever in peace. Writing down options and striking them mentally just to make myself at ease is the best solution I came up.

“Try to be a rainbow in someone’s cloud.”

I wish to be the rainbow in my own clouds first than others because all are two-faced person just one face needs a slap now and then. (Wondering what am I talking about two-faced people? -That’s another story*) SO if I don’t pour happiness in my own body, there is no point of spreading the smell of its very essence in others. Moreover, I can tell the several times I bring smiles to faces that I see around but nobody can wipe out their inner grief. (Hehe! Proud, am I?) With every degree of pain patients come bragging in, I wonder is there an end to this all misery! Hehe… if no dental problems then doctors shall be jobless, I know! But what’s more miserable is patient’s treated with other medical problems comes in and had to wait for long for dental treatment. Some in wheel chairs and some awfully off-color!
Once this old person came in with a toothache and was on treatment for neurological problems for 2 years. When asked about history, she was bragging about medications not working, pain being there, and sleepless nights. What could have been ‘lateral pterygoid spasm’ or simple loose teeth or a grossly decayed third molar in her mouth went to a ramble of other neurological problems! To the sleepless nights, urge to eat calmly and not to annoy her son and relatives or any one anymore was all she’d have thought to smile again. Mercy! What more is a pleasing sight of a smile when you’ve offered to assist her case and listen to her problems.
It’s easy to see her emotion but when you whine, there’d be Nobody to hear yours or offer a pat in your back. Because it’s the same thing yesterday, today and tomorrow maybe unless some saviour comes to help you out. Helping her at her most depressed time would have taken my whole morning but if; it had eased of her pain at slight bit. I’m happy. Because it took away my sorrows for a moment and never I’d to think about it that day.

“For it is in giving that we receive.” ― Francis of Assisi

Ending with another quote; for whatever we do in life, we get it back good or bad and that’s Karma…



Some infamous person said!

In this world, even if we say several things about being rich and how it meant to each one of us, still the fact is we’d still look at the wealthy people lives. Because of our curiosity that have no bounds to what fashion wear and how they walk or what they do in their pastime. The psychotic fantasy of knowing whether they are different from us or are we unlucky to have nothing when we’re blessed with all. PITY! are you? But that’s the truth.

People with money are valued all over the world, no matter whatever edge they’ve to conquer because they are greedy and want to be on top of world. Noticing a cool person walking in style with branded clothes or posh car doesn’t make you rich. Or even close. Checking out her red catwalk heels, which displayed recently in the latest collection, wasn’t the actual point when you looked at her feet. Were you checking her out? Or thinking of whether you had one of those in your collections? Catwalk was just an example but not necessary it should’ve been branded. You were wearing just plain red heels however, what you’d have noticed was not the red choice but the slight wear out ones. Probably days of rough use but you can’t explain to a person who was checking you out. He/she is just rich. Thank Lord he/ she noticed you out of the league just cause you fall into category of nobody.

In our so-called society, people look up mirrors to chant, “Who’s the richest man of all?” And they would’ve count the heaps of money to their endless joy in numerous bank accounts. BUT they never came with NO PROBLEMS TAG because they’re greedy all the time. Rich or poor, Life doesn’t come with no problems unless you are an alien to all matters that’s happening around you. Wearing different shades of dresses like as you change boyfriends’ nth time and still you probably won’t have anything to wear. In every penny, you bring something to the room to dress the whole makeover won’t be rich enough when you did actually borrowed or stole your friend’s dress to wear and that’d make you priceless. Because you’re sick. Sick of being RICH enough!!!

All know J.K ROWLING, the writer of Harry potter series, Casual Vacancy and many more releases coming up and her rag to riches story. Back in early 90s, Rowling was a young, unemployed single mother and desperate to make her ends meet. On her journey via train between London and Manchester for job, began to create a children fantasy story to entertain her daughter Jessica. (if I’m not wrong) She wasn’t sure how she was going to feed herself or her daughter. But she continued to tell her daughter the story of an ordinary boy named Harry who just happened to be a wizard. Fighting poverty and depression, and living in a dingy flat in Edinburgh trying to raise her daughter on welfare of $100 a week. Escaping her shabby life sitting in a café at some point, she began writing the story into a full-length book that was rejected by three publishing houses at that time. Thanks to Bloomsbury Children Books, she is one of the billionaire rich woman whose contributing her life allowances to charity. One of the rich person whom I find fantastic than Harry Potter.

“Failure meant a stripping away of the inessential. I stopped pretending to myself that I was anything other than what I was, and began to direct all my energy to finishing the only work that mattered to me. Had I really succeeded at anything else, I might never have found the determination to succeed in the one area where I truly belonged. I was set free, because my greatest fear had been realized, and I was still alive, and I still had a daughter whom I adored, and I had an old typewriter, and a big idea. And so rock bottom became a solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life”

In April 2010, Rowling published an article in The Times in which she heavily criticized Cameron’s plan to encourage married couples to stay together by offering them a £150 annual tax credit. What strike me is her statement to the above claim!

“Nobody who has ever experienced the reality of poverty could say “it’s not the money, it’s the message”. When your flat has been broken into, and you cannot afford a locksmith, it is the money. When you are two pence short of a tin of baked beans, and your child is hungry, it is the money. When you find yourself contemplating shoplifting to get nappies, it is the money. If Mr Cameron’s only practical advice to women living in poverty, the sole carers of their children, is “get married, and we’ll give you £150″, he reveals himself to be completely ignorant of their true situation. How many prospective husbands did I ever meet, when I was the single mother of a baby, unable to work, stuck inside my flat, night after night, with barely enough money for life’s necessities? Should I have proposed to the youth who broke in through my kitchen window at 3 am? Half a billion pounds, to send a message – would it not be more cost-effective, more personal, to send all the lower-income married people flowers?

She is one of the finest piece who became a rich Mogul through writing. Hats off to the brilliant writer whose children stories are still read worldwide. Presently she is the president of GINGERBREAD sold many of her works namely Fantastic Beasts and where to find them and Quidditch through the ages to millions to help raise charity funds to young children and infants in crisis. She’d contributed her earnings to set up medical research and studies on multiple sclerosis. Her other philanthropic works are appreciated and is an active supporter for Shannon trust and many other charitable organizations.

Info on the writer as well as the image courtesy: Google and Wikipedia :)

I always want to write a post on her because I was crazily in ‘aww’ with this writer from Grade 7. I always imagine her world of bringing up characters like Harry, Ron and Hermoine. And that’s what writers are for!! Bringing the extraordinary characters to our imaginary world. I’d like to know what’d be her interpretation of being rich. I’m sure her reply would be her family and all those moments…STILL CURIOUS! :D

If you want to know what a man’s like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals. ~ J.K Rowling 

This post is written on behalf of #indispire edition #15 ( writetribe 100 Words on Saturday 2014 #16


I want to save the world

downloadBlossom, commander and the leader
Bubbles, she is the joy and the laughter
Buttercup, she’s the toughest fighter
Powerpuffs save the day…
Fighting crime, trying to save the world
Here they come just in time, the Powerpuff Girls
Fighting crime, trying to save the world
Here they come just in time, the Powerpuff Girls

“Mama,  I wanna be the Power puff girl”

“What Girl?”

“Power Puff girl…!”

“Dona, it’s just an animation”

So what! I’m sure it does exist!

Go to sleep. We shall talk tomorrow

Good night Donna. Pray and sleep

Good Night Mama.


“Bubbles, aren’t we suppose to track down that filthy man?”

Yes we should!

“Blossom, Don’t you think he deserves a second chance?”

“No Buttercup, he hurt  Mrs Sarah and her daughter Jane.

How about we go by the town and see if he is there? I’m sure he might be loitering out there with a bunch of losers.

Here He is. Buttercup and Blossom Let’s go girlsss!

<Fighting crime, trying to save the world here they come just in time: the power puff girls>

Isn’t it Mojo? Oh No! That grimy man is taking her in all fours. Let’s save our town Townsville.

Yaayyy… WE are the power puff girls


Bubbles, hit him hard… yes punch

BLOSSOM, I know what I’m doing!!!

<Whack> < boom> <Boom>

Dona… Dona wake up !!!

“It’s time to go to school. The bus is here.”

What a mess Donaa!


NO! My name is Bubbles. I’m the power puff girl.

Good for you wonder woman! You’d be late for today if you don’t fasten up

“Mummyyyyy… I don’t want to go to school… “

Yeah Yea… what good is it if you don’t attain knowledge power… power girl?

Get up and go lazy woman!!!

I want to save the world mama…

Yes, you can! For that, you’ve to drink that glass of milk and eat that bacon I made for you…

MILK!!! Ewww…

Don’t act nuts…

Donna runs to the door


“Bye Mama. You can drink that milk… I’m flying off!”

<Jumps in joy>

LieveBubblesBubble: Open your ears and listen what the world has to say. 
Hear the birds & bells and you will have a brighter day. 
Everyone has a special song deep inside their heart. 
If you want, you could sing with us, it’s the perfect place to start.

Author Notes:

I loved watching power puff girls though Blossom was the strong willed character. I always preferred the sweet and the kind one Bubbles. Or may be the colors that stole my heart. :D Who knows? LATER my superhero was the famous HARRY POTTER! With his magical skills, I’d love to fly and play with the snitch. Plus I’d love some fame and little more freedom to walk in peace. And I’d love to live in a world of Hogwarts School of Witches and Wizards and discover how different and unique we all could be with the gifted powers. Whenever I wanted I could have McDonalds or Krispy Kreme Doughnuts. Or may be have a dress! Dressing up for a prom night and with this all I can be a topper just like Hermoine. Huff Fantastic right? And still,Turn around and beat up the bad guys. Lol

When I was a kid, I’ve read these lines somewhere in some text book. Still I remember these…

If you’re a superhero and you know it, flex your muscles,
If you’re a superhero and you know it, flex your muscles,
If you’re a superhero and you know it, then your muscles will surely show it,
If you’re a superhero and you know it, flex your muscles!

Jump up high!
Fly in the sky!
Run real fast!

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“Do not worry if you feel low; the sun has a sinking spell every night, but rises again all right the next morning.”butterfly

Every step I move ahead, I can feel a monster whine, NO MORE I CAN! Thousand times, Even if I write in front of me that I CAN DO IT, there is a silent whisper asking when everything is going to end.

Days of whining, pulling out hairs and eating nonstop just cause the fear inside you that the world is ending. Darkness creeps upon from nowhere and you are stuck with a dumb stricken smile forever. Counting days to the big battle and later counting the days to your freedom. Yes I’ve been there too.

There is no mastermind coming to help you out in last misery. It’s just you and the fear in company. You call all the Gods in the world to help you out in the last minute; still there is that something that holds you back. You fight, you fight with your entire strength sitting besides the bunch of students who write endless in papers and all you question what are they possibly scribbling in papers?

You don’t have enough strength and all you are with a sharp throbbing migraine and three cups of black coffee ain’t working your head. All you have money is for the 3-minute noodle cups, which is the saviour for the day.

“No sun outlasts its sunset but will rise again and bring the dawn”


Still you stuck with agony of not doing anything in life. Success, a seven-letter word you’d love to have it in your way but you struggle to get the first letter even right. That’s when you know there is no turning back and you set out for this path and you’ve to complete the race no matter what.  If bunch of fools can crack up exams, why not me! All they do is work hard, why not me?

A bend in the road is not the end of the road … unless you fail to make the turn.”Maya Quotes


Inspiration is when you know that not all pain lasts for long, happy days do come by. Everything happens for a reason and nothing lasts forever.

Remember in your aspects of life, if you use the term “I can’t!”, “I don’t”, or “what ifs” is then you give a chance to the lazy you! It steals your energy to showcase your maximum abilities, dehumanises your skills and defeats your chance to move ahead in life. Gradually fear envelops your confidence and you end up with no power to do anything.


“I won’t let the sun go down on me.” — Nik Kershaw


Try… Yes I’ll try is a good beginning to the bottom of I can’t. So inspire yourself with little push and you see results and get to see a determined smile.

There may be circumstances where others who are more capable of completing the task faster than your speed but it’s fine as long as you finish what you started.

So empower yourself into a better human being. This is to all the students who are going to write their university exams. Prepare well. Give your Best shot! YOU CAN DO IT…

Jesus looked at them and said, “With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.”

“It’s never too late to be who you might have been.” – George Eliotimages (1)


Author Notes: I’m BACK from my holiday tripping with a refreshed soul.  However next month I’l be going to Dubai to meet my family and spend my time at home. #Excited

> April Challenge still continues. I don’t quit so easily :D It’s the letter I for the day under the theme College- Five Years and Memoirs.

>Adding to the inspirational note is a touch of a great phenomenal woman Dr Maya Angelou. RIP. (1928-2014)

“I’ve learned that no matter what happens; or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.” Dr Maya Angelou


I’m sorry my child

10003332_599083906828411_1435333208_n“Mom, How can you hurt me? It’s the second time today! You cut my finger with that knife”
So what, Kiki? It’s your fault… You know I’m cutting here vegetables!
You’re stubborn!! Huff…. MOM!
A pool of blood clotted in the carpet besides her bed, depressed she let it go and slept off.
Her mom kneel by her side and took her palm on hers with tears welled up her eyes and slowly blown it, took the band-aid and whispered I’m sorry… dear…

PS: This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Dear Mom,

I’m sure you remember this incident when you told me to study and I was stubborn to go out and play with my brother. Everything that day turn out to be havoc. I know it’s late… but I’m sorry maa… I know you did for my good. Today when I’m here miles away from you… knowing that you’ve another child in your arms to take care as granny and I’m sure you’d take care of her just like you taught us three crazy ones to live life strongly…

I owe it you maa my life…

Love Kiki

Author Notes: My mom is a granny so do me being an aunt.  :) The great thing about my mom is, she took care of us three notorious ones when she had to deal house hold, food, my dad and her 12 hour job as nurse. Still now my friend Nishita asks me, How did my mom being a nurse took care of us three?

Nishi’s mom does part time job of taking care of kids. In that 80% children are nurse kids. So she calls my mom ‘the Super Mom’!

For me she is my angel who heals me through her love! Miss you mommy… 

Dear Charles

543385_364132130312563_1661660879_nAll I know is I loved us
Seize every lot
To be with YOU
But no more
No more… I can handle…
You knocked my heaven-
When you step out of that door
When you always lied
And walked off
Never care to turn back
When I needed you the most
It’s over Baby!
I can’t… fake a smile
I’m only human
Who tears down?
Rapiamus, amici, occasionem de die

Bye… Juliet

Author Notes: Listening to Christian Perri ‘Human’ helped me to write this one. I like that song where her voice is so captivating and definitely my song of the day. This post is written on behalf on

By the way Rapiamus, amici, occasionem de die means ‘Opportunity knocks only once’

Hope you like it!


Comment please… I’d like to know your views too :)