I took up the April challenge by The Sunday Book Club and was given this book to read.
Indian romantic fiction is just not my genre, with reluctance I ordered this book and delayed reading for a week.
It’s a small book which I happened to finish in two days.
I have not read anything by the author before and if he continues this genre which seems to be his forte, I might not read anything in the future by him.
This book actually taught me nothing except for a quote by Thomas Edison ‘ disasters are good as they give us a chance to begin again.”
It’s a love story between a guy and a girl, more than that its actually the story of the guy, his quest to find love. The author tries hard so we would emphathise and sympathise with the main character but in vain, the guy Sameer, just seems desperate and then heartbroken and damaged. He eventually finds a girl who understands him and loves him. His story narrated while the girl, now his wife, shagun reads his diary. The first half of the book is sheer waste and torture to read, the second half however is still bearable and better.The book gets better as the guy starts to be at peace with himself and stops his desperate attempts to interact with girls.
The language is hinglish, grammar could have been better. There are many typos and missing words.
The book is very poorly edited and proof read. You would expect a better job from random house, but they really fail on their part.
Its not a literature marvel and is certainly not a book that you would like to pass on, I read it as a challenge and would not want to take another up as they suggest such classless books to be read.
If you like Indian romantic fiction, you shall find it interesting but if you ae not someone who understands the desperation of unrequited love, this is so not the book for you.