Author: Sekar Writes
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Review: The Bright Years
The Bright Years looks like a sweet love story at first, but it hides addiction, secrets, and a family falling apart underneath.
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Helsinki Isn’t Boring, It’s Niche
Helsinki won’t win you over on landmarks. It wins on depth: bookshops, design at its origin, and hobby groups for specific interests.
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My Balcony Garden Deepened My Cooking Knowledge
I grew basil, chilli, and tomatoes on my balcony this year. What I learned in the kitchen surprised me more than the garden did.
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Review: Same Time Next Week?
Same Time Next Week looks at anxiety in a world of curated calm and self-optimisation, and what social media and AI are doing to how we cope.
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Balcony Garden Update: Ripe Tomatoes, Confusing Chilies
My tomatoes finally ripened, and I cooked my first meals with them. My chilies, though, are changing color in a way that still puzzles me.
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July Reading Recap: The Slump, The Retreat, and Everything Else
This month my reading dropped lower than it has all year. Here’s what pulled me away from books, and the library retreat that brought me back.
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Review: On Earth as it is Beneath
On Earth As It Is Beneath is set in a Brazilian prison built on hidden bones, where inmates are hunted each month in a brutal survival ritual.
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Review: Demon Copperhead
Demon Copperhead, forced to grow up too fast amid poverty, addiction, and a broken foster system. A rich retelling of a Dickens classic.
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Review: And Every Morning the way Home Gets Longer
A grandfather is forgetting his memory. His son and grandson are left holding onto what’s slipping away in this short, aching book by Backman.
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Review: The Answer Is No
Meet Lucas, a man happy in his own world, until a frying pan changes everything in The Answer is No, Fredrik Backman’s witty short book.
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Review: Man’s Search for Meaning
What’s left when everything is taken? Viktor Frankl found the answer inside Auschwitz—and it changes how you’ll think about pain.
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Review: I Eat the Stars
I Eat the Stars talks about how the world in collapse and the hopelessness so many of us carry. What remains when our biggest hope runs out?
