Tag Archives: Alistair Maclean

  1. Reading and (un)reading it


    31/10/2014 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    I’ve read a lot. I don’t mean to sound obnoxious. I don’t mean to say that’ve read all the classics; …
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  2. Book Review: Fear is the Key

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    29/12/2012 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    Book: Fear is the Key Author: Alistair MacLean Year: 1961 “My red rose had turned to white.” That is how the story begins …
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  3. How it all began…


    09/07/2012 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    I was on my summer break. I was 14, in grade 9. I still swell up (if that is possible …
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  4. Shit!!!!! have I just become a…hypocrite


    06/05/2007 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    There are times when I try and figure out about the nature of the various things I do. I used …
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