Once Twice Thrice
About
One by one, the houses changed.
One by one, the dinners returned.
One by one, the names disappeared.
This isn't the summary.
You've already read the book. Or you haven't.
Or maybe the book read you.
It does that sometimes.
Once Twice Thrice isn't about what happened.
It's about what wouldn't stop happening.
And it's happening again—right now.
In this blurb
In your breath.
The final pages aren't a resolution.
They're a recursion.
Like wind chimes clinking long after the wind is gone.
Like grief learning your name.
Like a casserole that remembers too much.
You were warned.
This isn't a novel.
It's a chime.
A curse.
A mirror.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
And then?
That's up to you.
Praise for this book
"I devoured it and I related to it. I'm currently rereading it - slowly and taking my time. I'm still curious about a lot of things and I'm sure I'll be able to understand while pondering on my thoughts for a few more days.
I have never met anyone who thinks the way the author does. It's the first time I read something like this book and I couldn't put it down."
"This triptych is a masterpiece and should serve as one of this year's best literary works. It deserves more than praise - it demands legacy."
"Reading ‘Once, Twice, Thrice’ is akin to being invited to dinner with Truman Capote and being exposed to relentless acerbic wit and character assassinations. Each of the characters around the table are afraid that their host will expose all their petty secrets and thoughts and be torn to shreds.
They all live in a residential cul-de-sac filled with erotic dreams, damaged hearts, and gated hatreds. Passion comes wrapped in cellophane and lies unopened mostly. A warning, if invited in, never eat the salmon or devilled eggs.
The writing is beautiful, the characters brilliantly observed, the tedium of their lives are often difficult to bear at times and through it all the Roomba wanders tidying up everything except their messy, miserable lives. This is why people prefer to live in cities."