Technically , the first I-didn’t-like-the-book review is up on Goodreads. The barometer was that it would have to be from someone I didn’t know personally and it wouldn’t talk about a single redeeming feature of the book. People who know you are never 100% honest when it comes to such endeavours, and often end up saying luke-warmy-I-loved-it thingees ( which btw are fun to read on a day when you are feeling like the world is out to get you ).
Strangely, I didn’t feel like I was the worst writer on earth when I read the review – just disappointed that someone had been disappointed after parting with hard-earned cash. I just left a message saying I would do better in the next book. Infact , I am motivated to do better in the next book 🙂 I know we can’t please everyone and that reviews are never to be taken too seriously , but I want to take this seriously because I really want to be a better writer- both for my sake as well as my reader’s.
Anyway,here’s the review( and several others that have come in since the last time I posted)..
After Indian writing in English came of age a few years back, South Indian writing in English is coming to the fore with the works of authors like Bhargavi. It is certainly interesting to read works with familiar locales, regional sentiments and local slang.
A very insightful book in which the protagonist expresses herself very honestly. I could relate very well with Anu and her experiences.
Sometimes humorous, sometimes serious and sometimes very deeply philosophical, the book makes me want to read more of the author.
Waiting for more…”