What is worth reading?
A book that expands the universe, or shrinks it?
A book that hints at what we have not explored?
Or at the demarcations of what a human is and what a human cannot be?
A book that leaks blood out its corners, and pain, and gorgeous words?
A book with each word precious like a golden pin?
A book that answers, brooking no question?
A book that defies gender?
A book that defies the market?
A book that wants to seed your mind?
A book that thinks it knows your mind to seed it?
A book that is funny, just that.
A book that is cruel but honest and unflinchingly so?
A book that is trying?
A book that has failed better?
A book by a humble man?
A book by a woman who maps whole continental socio political shifts?
A book of furious ecstasy which will be read by 100 people?
A book of stolid depthless good-enough consistency which will be read by a million?
A book with a message?
A book studiously without a message?
A book too in love with language to care if there is a message, though look long enough there might be?
A book with weather inside?
A book that will love you back?
With a debt to ‘What is worth knowing?’ by Sujata Bhatt.