Some people conquer yourlife, like the first strains of a hit song that has become an earworm.
Others are like match heads in monsoon. They take some time to warm up and then bursts into a sudden flame bringing light and fervour into your life.
It goes true, even for characters from books.
When I read ‘A is for Alibi’ by Sue Grafton, months ago, Kinsey Millhone did not occupy one of the top 5 slots in the list of my favourite sleuths. She was like a slightly damp match stick that I was contemplating whether to throw away or give a try.
Kinsey has no sense of fashion.
She trims her hair with nail scissors and drives decrepit cars.
She lives in a garage apartment, and owns few blue jeans, turtle necks and a single all purpose black dress made of a miracle fabric that she wears for…
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By the Mighty Mumford 