I think I went through this week in a haze. I can’t really think of anything that really happened this week and we’re on to a new week already.
The days these days just seem to move as slow as molasses, but at the same time, by the time the weekend comes by, I feel like I have accomplished nothing.
The whole week was busy with chasing the children, especially BB to study and not spend time on his phone all the time.
Exams finish this week and I have something lined up for the weekend (I will write more after it’s done, if ever) and Sunday is also Mother’s Day in our part of the world.
Have a wonderful week everyone…
When four classmates from a small Massachusetts college move to New York to make their way, they’re broke, adrift, and buoyed only by their friendship and ambition. There is kind, handsome Willem, an aspiring actor; JB, a quick-witted, sometimes cruel Brooklyn-born painter seeking entry to the art world; Malcolm, a frustrated architect at a prominent firm; and withdrawn, brilliant, enigmatic Jude, who serves as their centre of gravity. Over the decades, their relationships deepen and darken, tinged by addiction, success, and pride. Yet their greatest challenge, each comes to realize, is Jude himself, by midlife a terrifyingly talented litigator yet an increasingly broken man, his mind and body scarred by an unspeakable childhood, and haunted by what he fears is a degree of trauma that he’ll not only be unable to overcome—but that will define his life forever.




In 1988, a retired schoolteacher named Pius Fernandes receives an old diary found in the back room of an East African shop. Written in 1913 by a British colonial administrator, the diary captivates Fernandes, who begins to research the coded history he encounters in its terse, laconic entries. What he uncovers is a story of forbidden liaisons and simmering vengeance, family secrets and cultural exiles – a story that leads him on an investigative journey through his own past and Africa’s.