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joylita's review
3.0
Given the weird dysfunctional note on which it starts, my already low expectations soon landed with a thud at square 0. I had no clue what to expect, hadn't read a synopsis and didn't know how it had landed in my bookshelf.
I liked how the author unwinds the multiple threads of guilt that Ketaki tangles herself in: Her relationship with her aunt, the shades-of-Electra relationship with her uncle, her absentee parents (dead mom, NRI dad). There's casual sex, foreign educated men and the ubiquitous clubs of Delhi high society thrown in for good measure. Yup, upper middle class Indian woman ahoy.
Ratika delves way deep into the broken relationships we women have with our emotional selves. The unkind, uncared for, mini pools of living hell we locks ourselves in, never once letting light in. It cut very close to home and I may have shed a few tears; who knows, this could also be the dearth of Greys Anatomy in my life these days.
I liked how the author unwinds the multiple threads of guilt that Ketaki tangles herself in: Her relationship with her aunt, the shades-of-Electra relationship with her uncle, her absentee parents (dead mom, NRI dad). There's casual sex, foreign educated men and the ubiquitous clubs of Delhi high society thrown in for good measure. Yup, upper middle class Indian woman ahoy.
Ratika delves way deep into the broken relationships we women have with our emotional selves. The unkind, uncared for, mini pools of living hell we locks ourselves in, never once letting light in. It cut very close to home and I may have shed a few tears; who knows, this could also be the dearth of Greys Anatomy in my life these days.
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