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Literary characters

Have you ever fallen in love with a character from a book?

I have. More times than I can count.

And right now, I am absolutely in love with the character of Nikhil Khoda from The Zoya Factor.

It's a chick-lit book. So unless your fond of the genre, I'd suggest you stay away though. It is fun though with tons of contemporary references and easily relatable characters. Also, figuring out whom the characters are based on just adds to it.

Read it for sure.


Moo said…
Dude. My heart still flutters at the mere mention of Rhett Butler. A hotter character was not made. :( Sigh. If only they made men like him.
Gentle Whispers said…
If only have to be the saddest words in the English language.

P.S: One comment in seven posts. This doesn't count as our deal. Pfft.
homecooked said…
All the time! Started with Fatty in Enid Blyton books (dont know if you read them) but I was totally in love with him :)
i like chick lit books...will hunt this book out. I fall in love all the time with characters from books i read...male, female, child, name it. My last 'love' character was a woman named Georgia from this book called "the Friday night Knitting Club"
btw, you've been tagged :)
Gentle Whispers said…
@ Homecooked: Ah yes, I had my fair set of crushes from Enid Blyton books.

Dick from the Famous Five, Larry from the Five Find-outers and Peter from the Secret Seven.

@ A: You should. It's a fun read if nothing else.

And don't worry, I shall take up the tag soon.
SMM said…
Oh yes I did like Nikhil Khoda too...he does sound yumm :P

Blogrolling you :)
Gentle Whispers said…
@ SMM: He does sound totally droolworthy.

And as far as the blogrolling goes. Go right ahead.

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