Book Review: Aesop’s Fables

Ten Word Summary: The one book you need to keep in your bag.

I sit irritated on a plastic chair in the middle of a basement elevator lobby, working on incomprehensible nonsense. Is it time again? I look at my watch, which boldly tells me I have a few more minutes to go.

I try to think of a valid reason, for the third or fourth time now – I lost count – to take a “break”, a small escape from the unventilated hell hole.

My jacket has been retrieved earlier, and so has the medicine I “forgot” in the car. My lunch break ended burping bolognese and orange juice, and I had already taken enough loo breaks to empty an oil tanker.

I look about mischievously. My colleague suspects I have been watching some porn; I have been constantly fidgeting about and repositioning myself. In the end I smile at him – you should see the look on his face – and excuse myself to the toilets, taking my cell phone, wallet and a bag with a small book inside.

I bet you he thinks I tape myself.

I lock myself in the toilet, open the bag and take out Aesop’s Fables.


Such a timeless book!

Aesop’s Fables is a collection of very, very short stories, all of which are half a page to a page long. By modern standards, it is probably a children’s book, with stories like The Dog and the Bone, The Frog and the Ox, The Tortoise and the Hare and many others – 203 stories, in fact.

Every story with a moral, a proverb that has made its way from the BC to the AD, affecting us and our culture all the way since then. It’s a great, simple read that’s invaluable for parents and a great asset in everyone’s library.

At least, you’d know where your proverbs come from.

Bottom Line: Get it and don’t get caught reading it.