Love, my friend, is not Easy - Book Review

There are books that you like instantly, some that grow on you and some that you dislike so much that you can barely read it. This book does not fit in these categories. The short version of the review - the book is totally pathetic.

Perhaps the acknowledgments in the front of the book should have given me a hint. It is basically a story written in a blog, in bits and pieces, over a period of time. The book, in its final finished form reads like a blog, not like a novel. The story is cliched, not copied from one known story or movie, but from many movies. Aditi, the main character, having to grow up all to soon after the sudden death of her father, seems competent to manage the lives of her family members but totally incapable of having either a stable thought or logic while managing her own. She is supposed to be a finance whiz-kid but cursed with the absolute worst luck, two great guys wooing her simultaneously. And how much better can it get, when she is pregnant with one's child that the oher marries her, a la Amitabh in Silsila. But there is no great drama with a love triangle involving another woman here but just poor sucker number one who runs off after finding out that his life is limited, like Rajesh Khanna in Anand.

The grammar is poor, the prose is pedestrian. There is no sign of an editor anywhere in the vicinity with sentences like this "I had always been a thinking person if not not a thoughtful one, and the buzz in my mind has spiralled to an all time high crescendo. I plunged into work even more deeply than ever before." The story-line is jerky, the narrative simultaneously exists in past, present and future tense. There is no depth to the writing, no insights, no takeaways. It is an example of how low chick-lit can go.

There is one thing that this book makes me want to do - read Chetan Bhagat!
I can't help but end this review by saying, "Reading this book my friend, is stupid. Don't do it".