Some months are not bookmonths. August, it stunned me by its unbookness. No matter how hard I tried, I could not finish books. I started and abandoned Catch 22 and Grapes of Wrath (which I lovedlovedloved, at least as much as I managed to finish). Heck, I found it difficult to finish this random Jeffrey Archer book. Jeffrey Archer! One should be able to read him half dead! But then, yesterday, I sat down with a bunch of S' old Anandamelas, and what do you know? I raced through them like I was famished. So it turns out that August was not an unbookmonth. It was just a bengalibookmonth. Who would've thunk it?