
Mehreen Arshi is a Pakistani-born, Australia-raised writer, researcher, and reader based in Canberra. After fifteen years in scientific research and writing, she turned to fiction to explore family, identity, belonging, cultural expectation, and the private desires that shape a life.

She is the author of *I carry your heart*, a family romance set between Pakistan, Australia, and London. Her second novel, currently in progress, follows the long shadow of the 1947 Partition of India and Pakistan.


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My latest book pick was Cloud Cuckoo Land by Anthony Doerr. After previously reading his novel All the Light We Cannot See, I was excited to begin my journey into Cloud Cuckoo Land.

The story unfolds across three different time periods. It begins with Konstance, a fourteen-year-old girl attempting to decipher an ancient script. Earth is no longer habitable, and she finds herself aboard an interstellar ship with a select group of individuals from different generations. They are hurtling through space, headed toward Beta Oph2, a newly discovered planet.

In the mid-1400s, Omeir is born with a cleft lip and is considered an ill-fated soul, forcing his family to relocate and live in seclusion. Anna, an orphan, struggles with everyday tasks but possesses an insatiable thirst for knowledge and a deep commitment to preserving an ancient text. Her destiny intertwines with Omeir’s as Constantinople comes under siege.

In present-day Idaho, Zeno Ninis, a Korean War veteran, directs a play based on an ancient story with a small group of fifth graders at the public library. Simultaneously, seventeen-year-old Seymour, an autistic boy, plans an attack on the neighbouring property, an act that could endanger everyone inside the library. These three timelines are interconnected through an ancient book detailing the journey of Aethon, a man who transforms into a donkey, then a fish, then a crow, before ultimately regaining his human form. His quest for Cloud Cuckoo Land is woven into the fabric of each timeline.

Doerr adeptly manages the passage of time by offering subtle reminders to the reader, such as “Twelve-year-old Omeir is sitting…”. This technique seamlessly propels the story forward, preventing confusion while emphasizing character growth and narrative development. It helps readers navigate the three distinct timelines and track each character’s movement within them. My only critique is that the pacing occasionally slows due to Doerr’s expansive storytelling, resulting in a lengthy read.

That said, Doerr’s portrayal of a child on the autism spectrum is both realistic and compelling. Cloud Cuckoo Land progresses across its three timelines as various characters encounter the ancient text, maintaining cohesion throughout. As each character journeys through time, the message gradually becomes clear. The story symbolically encourages taking chances in life while preserving what we already possess, a message that ultimately ties the timelines together and resonates deeply with each character.

This book delivers a powerful reminder: rather than escaping the harsh realities of life, we should embrace what we have. While we may seek paradise in the clouds above, the world we inhabit is the paradise we need to cherish.


Cloud Cuckoo Land

Cloud Cuckoo Land is a novel that connects characters across centuries through their love of a story and a yearning for a hopeful future.

Cloud Cuckoo Land - A review


A controversial author of his time, well known for shaking sections of the Muslim population to their deeply embedded religious roots with The Satanic Verses, Salman Rushdie also penned Midnight’s Children, a tale so intricately woven that not a single stitch feels misplaced in the fabric of its narrative. One can disagree with a person’s ideology and opinions without losing respect for their craft. It was this very thought that prompted me to read Midnight’s Children.

It is an epic tale that encapsulates the events before and after the Partition of the Indian subcontinent into Pakistan and India, a division that sliced the land along ideological and religious lines. The protagonist, Saleem Sinai, is born at midnight on August 15, 1947, at the exact moment of his nation’s birth. Saleem believes that his fate, along with that of the other children born in that midnight hour, is inseparably tied to the destiny of the nation; they are destined for greatness. It is a story of how Saleem and Mother India grow together, how their lives progress despite being repeatedly shaken, and how they struggle against what appears to be a predetermined fate.

Rushdie paints an emotionally and thematically vivid picture, showcasing his command over all five senses, expertly woven into the prose. The flying spittle juice, the humming of Mian Abdullah, the leitmotif “whatsitsname” of Reverend Mother, the stains of blood and mercurochrome, all drop the reader directly into the setting and immediately familiarise them with the characters. When we read of crawling mountains, blue skies, and frozen lakes, we know we are in Kashmir. Rushdie proves himself adept at assigning distinct physical attributes to nearly every character. These peculiar traits not only cement the characters in the reader’s mind but also sketch their personalities. The mere mention of a “centre parting of hair” signals Methwold; “powerful knees” invariably refer to Shiva; the “rhymeless and wordless poet” is Nadir, the impotent lover. There seem to be as many characters as pages, yet the consistent references to physical characteristics keep the narrative cohesive, sparing the reader from flipping back and forth. The imagery is so sharply etched that one keeps pace without confusion.

This book is a fine example of magical realism. The tone is established early on, the ancient boatman Tai, said to be hundreds of years old; the blind man who is an avid admirer of art. These implausibilities are introduced so naturally that we never question Saleem’s telepathic link with the other midnight’s children, his extraordinary nose that can detect not only smells but fears and emotions, or even the detail that, as a baby, he never blinks.

This novel stands as a reminder that we do not read merely to follow a story. We read for the passion of language, for expression, for the privilege of witnessing an author’s creative liberty. It is an art to take familiar words and arrange them in such a fresh order that they continue to sing long after the final page is turned.


Midnight's Children

An intricately woven tale of India's partition, rich in magical realism and metaphors, that examines historical events through the life of its protagonist, Saleem Sinai, while also reflecting the author's evident biases.

Midnight's children - A review


What if you were unhappy with your life and were given a second chance? Or a third? And another after that? What if you had the opportunity to undo all of your life’s regrets, big and small? Where does one finally draw the line and say, “Yes, I am content”?

What does it take to live a happy life? For some, it is fame; for others, health, wealth, knowledge, children, or adventure. None of these aspirations come into play without perspective, “It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.” In a nutshell, this is the message conveyed in The Midnight Library by English author Matt Haig.

The protagonist, Nora Seed, has seemingly grown up in the shadow of her brother, striving and failing to live up to her father’s expectations. She is hopeless in love and directionless in her career, despite once aspiring to be a musician, a glaciologist, a swimming champion, or a professor. Drowning in despair, she overdoses in an attempt to end what feels like an unbearable existence and instead finds herself in limbo; the Midnight Library. Guided by her old school librarian, she navigates the alternate paths her life could have taken, undoing regrets one by one.

This is a simple read, as is its message, though simplicity does not lessen its impact. The book compels us to re-evaluate what truly matters. We are so consumed with achieving greatness, with being the best, that we often overlook what is already in front of us, the small, quiet details that bring meaning to our lives. We forget to live.

Often, we only recognise the value of simple things when they are on the verge of being taken away, or when mortality stares us in the face. When the end feels near, it becomes painfully clear that happiness lies not in chasing what we lack, but in shaping and appreciating what we already have. Nora’s journeys reveal that every choice creates a chain reaction of endless possibilities, yet there is no such thing as a perfect life. In her persistent search for validation and love, she repeatedly learns that hope and love are life’s true driving forces. But love does not necessarily begin with companionship; it begins within. If you cannot value yourself, you cannot expect others to see worth in you that you refuse to acknowledge.

The novel is written in an uncomplicated, accessible style. There are no dense metaphors or elaborate literary devices to elevate the prose. Just as the author advocates for the simple things in life, he conveys his message in straightforward language. It is quietly thought-provoking. As the book suggests, “You do not have to understand life; you just have to live it.”


The Midnight Library

A reflective journey of a woman exploring alternate lives, emphasising self-love, appreciation of simple joys, and understanding that perfection is a myth.

The Midnight Library - A review


I thought it would be poetic to tie the end of 2021 to the beginning of 2022 by writing the first review of the new year about the last book I read in the departing one. It is a short review, fitting, given that the book itself is a compact yet powerful piece of art. Why a piece of art? Let’s circle back to that.

The Trial, written by Austrian author Franz Kafka in 1914–15 and published posthumously, tells the story of a man named Joseph K., who is accused of a crime unknown to him, and seemingly unknown to the authorities who arrest him. It follows the journey of a man doomed from the moment of accusation, even though the nature of his crime remains undisclosed and is never revealed to the reader.

At first, K. does not take his so-called arrest seriously. He remains free to live, work, and move about as he pleases. He continues his daily life, openly mocking the law and challenging the justice system in an attempt to refute what he considers baseless claims. However, when the gravity of his predicament is impressed upon him by others aware of his case, alarm begins to set in. Joseph K. then seeks help in an effort to dismiss the charges and clear his name, only to realise how inaccessible, impenetrable, and uninfluenceable the justice system truly is.

The irony that he remains ignorant of the charges against him, and that his situation worsens the more he attempts to challenge the court, unfolds through a series of conversations throughout the novel. Joseph K. becomes entirely consumed by his pursuit of acquittal, neglecting his everyday life. He is portrayed as a proud man, bordering on arrogance, viewing other defendants as inferior. Yet the construct of fear surrounding him is so powerful that it ultimately confines him. He spirals into uncertainty, obsessed with proving his innocence, and gradually becomes engulfed by the belief that his doom is inevitable. Any hope of acquittal is systematically eroded by the carefully crafted narratives of those he encounters and from whom he seeks assistance.

All of this unfolds while his body remains physically free. It is his mind that becomes imprisoned. This perhaps speaks to human nature itself: we often believe in our innocence yet struggle to prove it or challenge the world around us. Eventually, we internalise blame and live under the weight of unjust guilt.

I called this novel a piece of art because it is a striking display of descriptive writing. Kafka masterfully places the reader within the setting; the surroundings become almost tangible through his prose. The world he constructs feels oppressive, intricate, and inescapable. Would this expansive style appeal to the average modern reader? Perhaps not. His evocative language may have woven magic in the era in which it was written, but today it requires patience and an appreciation for literary depth.

A reader drawn in by Kafka’s formidable reputation might search for a conventional plot and, finding none, feel tempted to abandon the book. The dense descriptions and extended dialogues, populated by characters who appear unpredictably, can feel exhausting. Should you pick up this book? Yes. Because beneath its unconventional structure lies a profound meditation on human nature.

Kafka reminds us that we are outwardly free yet inwardly bound by our fears. These fears prevent us from taking leaps of faith, imprisoning us within our own insecurities when, in reality, endless possibilities lie before us. The prison is not external; it resides within the mind. When we should stand firm in self-belief, the need for validation often overtakes us. Instead of wrestling with our reality to bring about change, we surrender to the narratives others construct about us. In doing so, we risk paralysis, obstructing our path toward inner emancipation.



The Trial

A profound exploration of an individual's entanglement with an opaque justice system and the internal prisons of fear and validation, set in a vividly descriptive world.

The Trial - A review


#### Cease, cows, life is short.

This book had been on my list for the last two years, sitting patiently on my TBR pile. Somehow, it always found its way to the bottom, bearing the weight of other books that continually climbed higher in my reading priorities. Perhaps it was because of the general consensus that it is a complex read.

It is.

Now that that is out of the way, we can speak about a novel that is nothing short of a masterpiece. Written by Colombian author Gabriel García Márquez in 1967, One Hundred Years of Solitude spans multiple generations. It is set in the town of Macondo, a fictional place so removed from ordinary reality that people believe in flying carpets, marvel at the magic of magnets, and consider ice a wonder.

Why is this book a masterpiece? Márquez breathes life into magical realism, stretching the boundaries of imagination and language. He constructs a world in which extraordinary events unfold naturally, allowing him to explore the intricacies and contradictions of human nature in bold, inventive ways.

The beauty of this novel lies in its reliance on rich descriptive prose rather than dialogue. Conversation is sparse; atmosphere does the heavy lifting. If you are looking for a straightforward plot-driven story, I would suggest setting this book aside. But if you long to lose yourself in the enchantment of language, then immerse yourself in phrases such as “tying a colourful string of chatter together,” the “rumble of the termites as they carved the wood,” or “the snipping of the moths in the clothes closets.” The imagery is so vivid you can almost hear the quiet destruction unfolding. One of my favourite lines reads, “The world must be all fucked up, when men travel first class and literature goes as freight.” Márquez’s ability to animate the inanimate is perhaps his most powerful tool in making Macondo feel alive.

There are as many stories running through this novel as there are silences between them. At its core, it chronicles the journeys of multiple generations of a single family who coexist in profound solitude. Each carries the burden of life according to their own internal code, yet none remain untouched by the decisions of others. Their actions ripple forward, shaping and reshaping the destiny of future generations. This is captured in Márquez’s powerful metaphor of time as a circle. The family’s defining traits are unconsciously inherited, transcribed across generations, making it nearly impossible to break the cycle. History repeats itself with quiet inevitability.

There are too many characters to do justice to them all, but a few demand mention.

José Arcadio Buendía, with his unquenchable thirst for innovation, is gradually driven into madness, yet he is the visionary who sets Macondo into motion. His wife, Úrsula, possesses an unwavering need to hold her family together, even in the face of relentless calamity. Through Úrsula, Márquez makes a subtle yet powerful observation: understanding others does not come merely from seeing them. It arises from careful observation, from attentiveness, from the silent act of truly watching.

Amaranta is a formidable presence, nurturing hatred alongside the tender love she once felt as a young girl. She dedicates herself to resentment, tending to it as one might tend a fragile plant, only to extinguish her own chances at happiness when they threaten to bloom. Her rival, Rebeca, seems to cling to life for decades in defiance, as though sustained by stubbornness alone. Then there is Fernanda, whose misery has become so deeply ingrained that it no longer registers as suffering. “Rain didn’t bother her; it had been raining all her life.” She moves through life performing her duties meticulously, avoiding the confrontation of her own despair, refusing to drown in it by pretending it does not exist.

The array of complex characters makes it nearly impossible to capture them all within a brief reflection. Yet what remains most striking is the execution of the novel’s conclusion. It powerfully reinforces the cyclical nature of time, the sense that history moves in circles unless, as Márquez suggests, “it stumbles and has an accident, in which case it can splinter and leave an eternalized fragment in a room.”


One Hundred Years of Solitude

A vivid, dialogue-scarce narrative, illustrating the cyclical nature of time and generational impacts within a family, brought to life through rich descriptions and complex characters.

One Hundred Years of Solitude - A review


Five Dunbar boys living in Sydney, with a dead mother, Penelope, and a runaway father, Michael Dunbar, referred to as “the murderer.” This is the opening premise of Bridge of Clay by Australian author Markus Zusak.

I had previously read The Book Thief, and when the first book you read by an author strikes a chord, the next one inevitably faces a high bar. This time, however, it was the other way around. For me, Bridge of Clay surpasses The Book Thief. Perhaps it is because it explores love and family in such an unconventional and intimate way.

I must admit, Zusak is not one of my favourite authors. I sometimes find his repetition of sentiments through short, fragmented sentences distracting. He also tends to foreshadow events, not revealing them entirely, but drawing out the build-up in a way that can feel prolonged.

That said, what I truly love about this novel is the development of the five brothers. It is fascinating to see how growing up under the same circumstances produces such distinct personalities: Matthew, the responsible one; Henry, rowdy and unpredictable; Rory, the fighter; Clay, sensitive and introspective; and Tommy, the youngest, who gets away with keeping an assortment of pets with quirky names and stranger habits. Their chemistry is raw and authentic. It is visible in the way they beat each other up yet would unquestionably die for one another.

The resilience with which they raise themselves in the absence of their parents is chaotic and clumsy, even on their best days. Yet the strength of their bond is unmistakable. When Clay leaves to live with his father, the brothers feel deeply betrayed. Upon his return, Matthew feels “so damn good to see him,” but masks it. He “couldn’t show how much he didn’t want to hit him; he had to look willing and sure” before beating him up, after which Rory carries Clay back into the house. There is no pretence in this family; their emotions sit close to the surface, even when disguised as violence.

It is also worth pausing to appreciate Zusak’s skill with metaphor. Some of his imagery is breathtaking. When describing their mother’s illness, Matthew says, “Death was leaning close, an arm draped over the fridge.” Speaking of her treatments, he writes that “she was opened up and shut back tight, like a car on the side of the highway.” The very title, Bridge of Clay, is symbolic. Clay builds a bridge; both literally and metaphorically, attempting to mend the divide between his father and his brothers. Why this bridge must be built, and why it must be built by Clay alongside the very man the others consider a traitor, forms the emotional core of the story. It forces us to reconsider the weight of the word “murderer,” especially when Matthew says, “He killed us. What we were is dead.”

The recurring reference to their father as “the murderer” is particularly intriguing, because before Penelope’s death he appears devoted. This plays into Zusak’s tendency to foreshadow without fully revealing. It leaves the reader questioning what could have fractured such a beautifully chaotic family so completely. The extended revisiting of past events, though at times lengthy, becomes necessary to understand the significance of Clay and Michael’s roles in Penelope’s story.

By the time you reach the climax and the truth is finally laid bare, it becomes easier to forgive the drawn-out storytelling. A wave of emotion settles in, grief, anger, compassion, and you feel the burden of truth yourself. The novel leaves you contemplating the lengths to which a person might go to shield their loved ones from the harsh realities of life.


Bridge of Clay

Delve into the lives of five brothers navigating loss and betrayal, interweaving raw emotion, metaphors, and family bonds in a narrative that challenges perceptions of love and sacrifice.

Bridge of Clay - A review


I came across this title while browsing for something contemporary, wanting a break from heavier literature. This was one of those rare occasions when I didn’t read the blurb at the back to glimpse the world I was stepping into. It usually takes me about a sixth of a book to feel fully absorbed. With this one, just a few pages in, and I was lost in the marshlands of North Carolina.

The reason was simple. Simplicity. The author’s straightforward, matter-of-fact style gently draws the landscape and invites us to step inside it. At six years old, the protagonist, Catherine, known as Kya, firmly believes that “A ma don’t leave her kids. It ain’t in ‘em.” Little does she know that she will soon be abandoned by her mother, siblings, and eventually her father, left to fend for herself. By the age of seven, Kya is navigating a world riddled with prejudice, preconceived notions, and judgement.

Kya’s story is one of resilience and survival, of making the best of the worst circumstances. She is one of my favourite contemporary heroines: a girl who makes peace with what life hands her and perseveres, even when hope feels like a luxury beyond her reach.

Being a romantic at heart, I could not help but swoon when Tate, Kya’s first love, enters the story. Not because he is a knight in shining armour, but because he is simply present when no one else is. He reads her first words, becomes her friend, watches her grow into a woman. He gives her the possibility of a life beyond the marsh without overwhelming her fragile sense of security. Yet Tate is not without flaws. He stands at the edge of two worlds. Kya’s isolated existence and his own structured society, unsure how to reconcile them. He sees her innocence, yet also sees how the world treats someone like her. And at some point, he believes that to hold on to one world, he must let go of the other. He becomes “the coward inside who would not tell her goodbye,” and turns his back on her.

Chase, another of Kya’s lovers, represents something different, a man shaped entirely by society’s rules. He is curious enough to pursue the mysterious “Marsh Girl,” yet not courageous enough to fully claim her. He embodies the prejudice he cannot break free from.

The character building in this novel is subtle yet deeply affecting. Through simple words, the author conveys profound emotion. You feel Kya’s “lonely life hanging in her kitchen”, in the “tiny supply of onions in the vegetable basket,” in the “single plate drying in the rack.” As you come to understand her life, your heart aches at the injustice she endures, especially when confronted with the piercing question: “Why should the injured, the still bleeding, bear the onus of forgiveness?”

Kya’s inner conflict becomes painfully evident in moments like when Chase plays music, the only time she feels “he most had a soul.” That line does more than reveal her thoughts; it exposes the fragile human longing to be loved, even if it means accepting less than we deserve. Humans are as weak as they are strong, as flawed as they are magnificent. The true test lies in which side we choose when the balance tips.

This story portrays the idea that no one is purely good or entirely bad. Every individual carries the capacity for both; it is our choices that ultimately define us.

At its heart, this is a tale of internal struggle, of breaking societal norms, of surviving abandonment, of seeking love and acceptance. It is a story woven with love, mystery, murder, resilience, and justice. It keeps you turning pages until the very end, and just when you believe you have settled into certainty, it jolts you with the unexpected.

Where the Crawdads Sing

Set in the marshlands of North Carolina, follow Kya's journey of resilience, survival, and navigating societal prejudices, intertwined with complexities of love, mystery, and a pursuit of justice.

Where The Crawdads Sing - A review


This is the central premise of Animal Farm by George Orwell. The book opens on a farm where the animals gather for a meeting. Old Major, the boar, urges them to revolt against Mr. Jones. Humans, he argues, are unproductive and parasitic, yet they dominate the hardworking animals. The animals labour tirelessly while humans reap the rewards, offering little more than temporary shelter in return , and only for as long as the animals remain useful.

Taking Old Major’s words to heart, the animals overthrow Jones, drive him off the farm, and take control themselves, proclaiming that all animals are equal.

Thus begins Orwell’s satirical allegory, a story that exposes the follies of human behaviour, particularly within political systems rooted in communism. When the book was first published, it was met with hesitation due to its sharp critique of Soviet Communism. However, rather than focusing solely on its political implications, it is worth examining the broader patterns of human behaviour it reveals.

Two central figures emerge: Napoleon and Snowball, leaders with opposing ideologies and personalities, both eager to guide the farm despite the principle that all animals are equal. Their power struggle highlights the greed that often accompanies ambition. The pursuit of authority becomes more important than the ideals that sparked the revolution. Napoleon not only drives Snowball out with the help of his trained dogs but also appropriates his ideas, presenting them as his own. Throughout the novel, misfortunes are conveniently blamed on the exiled Snowball, a reflection of how leaders often retain power not by elevating themselves, but by discrediting others.

Orwell also illustrates how ordinary individuals become pawns in the maintenance of authority. The animals are constantly distracted, entangled in conspiracies, endless labour, and manufactured crises, all presented as necessary for their own improvement. This relentless cycle leaves little room for critical thought. Fear, peer pressure, and manipulation prevent them from questioning the gradual alteration of the commandments they once agreed upon. Most famously, the original maxim “All animals are equal” quietly evolves into “All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others.”

Orwell masterfully portrays the fragile balance, or imbalance, of power. The true takeaway lies in recognising how easily ideals can be corrupted. In our pursuit of justice and equality, we risk becoming what we once resisted. As the chilling transformation suggests: “Four legs good, two legs better.”


Animal Farm

In our fight to seek justice, we inadvertently become what we try to avoid.