Dear Reader, I know I am late with this review. Unfortunately, the delay has as much to do with me as with the book. Michael Connelly’s books are an annual ritual for me, and now, with the announcement of another Stilwell thriller, it looks like we will have two of them every year going…
Last month of 2025. It is a time for reflections on the year gone by and it was an eventful year. Precious metals shone, geopolitical tensions held centre stage for quite a few of these months, the market followed its own whims, and our three investors followed their discipline. In my last month’s post…
If Season One was about revival and Season Two about boundaries, then Season Three is about reckoning. Not just for Mickey Haller, but for everyone in his orbit. The enemies are more dangerous, the stakes higher, and for the first time, the consequences cut deeper than ever before. We begin where we ended. This…
Season 2 opens with the thread left hanging from the finale of Season 1. Haller is carrying the guilt of a client wrongly accused and still convicted—all because his star witness, Glory Days, goes missing on the day of the testimony. She had Haller convinced that the murder was done by a man with…
There are certain characters that stay with you long after you finish the book. For me, Mickey Haller was one of them. And in my mind, he had a face. A voice. A rhythm. That rhythm belonged to Matthew McConaughey. Ever since I watched the movie based on Michael Connelly’s The Lincoln Lawyer, McConaughey…
As you know, I use the date of 26th of every month to report the fate of the three portfolios I’m running as an experiment. However, as has happened in the past, the post gets delayed when the 26th is a weekday and I can’t find time. That’s what happened this month. As I…
I started watching Coolie expecting Rajinikanth. That alone should tell you how the evening was supposed to go. A dose of charisma, a few gravity-defying stunts, and the rapture of watching a man who can turn a cigarette flick into an epiphany. I was ready for Rajini. I also knew Nagarjuna was in the…
It had been years since I last visited Harry Hole. The Redbreast was a memory, vague and yellowed like a dog-eared page. I had a few more Nesbø books tucked away somewhere, but as often happens, they waited patiently while life unfolded elsewhere. Then one idle moment, standing next to a bookshelf, I picked…
For much of my life, I treated sleep like loose change. Nice to have, but easy to misplace. Four hours on a good day, six if the world was kind. I wore sleep deprivation like a badge of honor. “I can function on four,” I would say, a little smugly. As if survival were…
Once bitten, twice shy—that’s the mood as I sit down to write this month’s update. In my post on the fifth month of this experiment, I was feeling bullish. Mr. Market was showing bullishness, but then the sixth month happened and I said what goes up must come down. Well this month, the markets…