Confessions of a Book Lover

I didn't enjoy this as much as the sequel “Love Among the bookshelves”.
For me, the main highlight for these books has been Buskin Rond's stories about his literary adventures. The snippets he shares is often of secondary importance to me.

This is mostly because I pick this book to read Mr Bond's words and not necessarily the authors he wishes to share. The latter requires a certain mindset. It's hard to switch the reading mood from enjoying Ruskin Bond to Jack London to Joseph Conard. You need to be in a certain state of mind to read and appreciate William Saroyan or H.G.Wells. Personally, the switch from the tone of one author to another is hard for me to make.

Another quirky thing about this book is the lack of female or authors of colour. I understand that since these chapters often feature stories read by Ruskin Bond while he was growing up, they are focused around a certain “type” of a writer. But it would be nice if the third instalment (if he chose to write and I'd absolutely love that) would feature a more diverse range of authors.

I'd recommend reading this book but treat it more as a collection of short stories and not a book to devour in a road trip in one go.