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Championing the Written word (post 21)



Check out the latest issue of Business World (dated 20th March 201, women's day special).  Some prominent women in the publishing industry were asked to  to name one book by an Indian woman author that they loved.
I picked Anita Nair's Alphabet Soup.

You can read what I said in the article above,  here. 

I have hard a very long day. I have been working for almost 12 hours now, and so I shall make this post short.

See you tomorrow folks!!
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  2. Nice collection of book names from popular women in publishing field. Added Alphabet Soup to my shelf. Palace of illusions by Chitra Banerjee was a very good read.

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  3. Nice article. I feel like reading Anita's book after you wrote about it.

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  4. Thanks for sharing this article. Some of the titles took me back to my college days☺☺

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  6. Oh! great. I went through the details of the book on google.
    The story sounds great.

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