The Hunger Games Trilogy

Another one of my favourites. The novels have all been developed into films, with the film adaptation of Mockingjay split into two parts.

The Hunger Games trilogy takes place in an unspecified future time in a dystopian post-apocalyptic nation of Panem, in the ruins of North America. The country consists of the wealthy Capitol located in the Rocky Mountains and twelve (formerly thirteen) poorer districts ruled by the Capitol. The Capitol is lavishly rich and technologically advanced but the twelve districts are in varying states of poverty – the trilogy’s narrator and protagonist, Katniss Everdeen, lives in District 12, the poorest region of Panem, formerly known as Appalachia, where people regularly die of starvation. As punishment for a past rebellion (called “The Dark Days”) against the Capitol wherein twelve of the districts were defeated and the thirteenth supposedly destroyed, one boy and one girl from each of the twelve districts, between the ages of twelve and eighteen, are selected by lottery to participate in the “Hunger Games” on an annual basis. The Games are a televised event with the participants, called “tributes”, being forced to fight to the death in a dangerous public arena. The winning tribute and his/her home district is then rewarded with food, supplies, and riches. The purpose of the Hunger Games is to provide entertainment for the Capitol and to serve as a reminder to the Districts of the Capitol’s power and lack of remorse.
(Courtesy WIKIPEDIA)
Suzanne Collins – Hunger Games 01 – The Hunger Games
Suzanne Collins – Hunger Games 02 – Catching Fire
Suzanne Collins – Hunger Games 03 – MockingjayThe_Hunger_Games

The Architect’s Apprentice by Elif Şafak

On the popular demand, here is another book by Elif Şafak. Elif Şafak’s Forty Rules of Love_ A Novel of Rumi was all-time best seller in Turkey. But right now here is another book for those who loved ‘The Forty Rules of Love’. I am sure you will love this book too. Enjoy!
The Architect's Apprentice
Architect’s Apprentice, The – Elif Shafak

Blink: The Power of Thinking Without Thinking


I found this book in my university library, after just giving it a quick look, I thought I liked it, so I bought it home. And when I started to read this book I was amazed🙂 This is an awesome book by Malcom Gladwell, one of the best I have ever read, and I believe everyone should give it a try.
Blink: The Power of Thinking Without Thinking is book in which Malcom Gladwell discusses about “thin slicing”:our ability to gauge what is really important from a very narrow period of experience. He has given many interesting examples on how an idea which is spontaneous can prove to as good as or even better than carefully planned and considered ideas.
This book offer much more than this, and it is very difficult for me to summarize it all here, so just give it a try, I am sure you all will LOVE it.
Blink by Malcom Gladwell – The Power of Thinking Without Thinking (File Size: 37MB)

An Appology

Assalam o Alaiqum friends, today I would like to apologize to all of you, who have been expecting more books from me, its almost been a year since my last post. Actually I was so busy during my last year of Engineering, that I didn’t had much time to update my blog, and meanwhile I did not read many books either, but I did came across few good books and now that I have completed my Engineering Alhamdolillah I am going to upload them soon insha’ALLAH.
Some people even requested me for certain books,so after searching alot, I still wasn’t able to find a good PDF version of those books, but I will keep searching, and meanwhile I expect you guys to give your suggestions or requests regarding some good books that everyone should read.
Just one rule though first I will read that book myself only then I will upload it here🙂
Take Care friends,

Ammar Malik

I lowered my head between my knees, breathed deeply, and began to relax. My body obeyed without question, perhaps because we had walked so far during the day and I was exhausted. I began to listen to the sound of the earth, muffled and harsh, and bit by bit I transformed myself into a seed. I didn’t think. Everything was dark, and I was asleep at the center of the earth. Suddenly, something moved. It was a part of me, a minuscule part of me that wanted to awaken, that said that I had to leave this place because there was something else ‘up there’. I wanted to sleep, but this part insisted. I began to move my fingers, and my fingers began to move my arms – but they were neither fingers nor arms. They were a small shoot that was fighting to overcome the force of the earth and to move in the direction of that ‘something up there.’ I felt my body begin to follow the movement of my arms. Each second seemed like an eternity, but the seed needed to be born; it needed to know what that ‘something up there’ was. With immense difficulty, my head, then my body, began to rise. Everything was too slow, and I had to fight against the force that was pushing me down toward the center of the earth where before I had been tranquil, dreaming an eternal dream. But I was winning, I was winning, and finally I broke through something and was upright. The force that had been pressing down on me suddenly ceased. I had broken through the earth and was surrounded by that ‘something up there.’

The ‘something up there’ was the field. I sensed the heat of the sun, the hum of the mosquitoes, the sound of a river that ran in the distance. I arose slowly, with my eyes closed, and felt that at any moment I was going to become dizzy and fall to the ground. But meanwhile I continued to grow. My arms were spreading and my body stretching. There I was, being reborn, wanting to be bathed both inside and out by the immense sun that was shining and that was asking me to continue to grow more, stretch more, and embrace it with all of my branches. I was stretching my arms more and more, and the muscles throughout my body began to hurt. I felt that I was a thousand meters tall and that I could embrace mountains. And my body was expanding, expanding until the pain in my muscles became so intense that I couldn’t bear it, and I screamed.

Excerpt from “The Pilgrimage” by Paulo Coelho.
1. The Pilgrimage
The Pilgrimage