Reading, never gets old does it? Today, I performed what I had once deemed impossible, reading the entire book of The Narrative of the life of Fredrick Douglass; If you're a classics reader, it is a must read; if you're not, it's still a must read! Reading this book was something of an astonishment.Though it's not supposed to be an imagine and read book, I deem biographies are to be imagined-if you truly want to experience life at its written form.I picked up at least a hundred,if not two hundred words.The book was written in the 1880s thus, reading it gives you a detailed description of the tormented life in the Americas in that era.As the book itself was but a written form of Douglass's life, I would speak thus unhesitatingly that his life was capricious at its highest form; the plot was truly astounding and it fell to the ground as soon as it reached the peak.The discontentment came in at the finale.The last few pages were rather superfluous;Douglass turned to using Christianity to contrast with slavery and thus, the plot was stuck in a tangle and was very complicated.Apart from reading the book,I also watched a movie in my mother tongue,kannada.The movie was sentimental to the highest degree and I don't know if I'm supposed to feel embarassed or proud but I did shed a few tears which I do very rarely.The movie was entitled the name of pushpaka vimana which, when translated to english returns: "A bird's flight".The movie was altogether new in terms of plot and resolution.That's today's short but engaging day.