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Last month I went away for a week and none of the books that were left on my reading list for this year sounded appealing enough to make the trip with me, plus they were all huge and I didn’t want to be weighed down by them. So I did what any normal person would do and took 3 different books all under 400 pages with me instead, because I’ve bought a lot of books this year and well, I did that mainly because I wanted to read them at some point.
The book in question today is the most recent book that I impulse bought when I made my last trip to Waterstones Piccadilly. Although I will admit that I did kind of search for it a bit and it wasn’t as impulsive as the special edition of The Red Queen that I bought because it was just too pretty to walk away from.
I started this book on a two hour train journey from Doncaster to Filey and come the end of that journey I was 160 pages deep. It was the exact kind of fluffy rom-com-esque read I needed when I was half asleep and wanted something to do. I then finished it a couple of afternoons later feeling all warm and fuzzy about it all.
This book isn’t going to reinvent the wheel. You can pretty much tell the plot from a mile off. But the getting to the conclusion is so much fun.
I love Dimple. From the outset. There was just something about her that I identified with from the very first few pages. I loved how she knew exactly what she wanted and she was willing to work hard for it, regardless of what the world around her might have wanted her to do instead. She pretty much never lost sight of that, except for, of course, when sometimes Rishi got in the way.
Speaking of, I also grew to quite like Rishi. I found him frustrating at times, but I think that was just because I felt like I also could relate to him as well. The whole going down the practical route as opposed to the creative one because of…well, practicality. I was almost a little bit annoyed as the book came to a close because I thought it was going to have a mildly unhappy ending in terms of what he was going to pursue for further education but that turned out to not be the case, so I breathed a sigh of relief of that. Like I said, this book followed a formula.
It had a happy ending.
It did also make me almost cry, when Dimple was talking to her mother about being proud of her and all that jazz I nearly lost it. In some ways it mirrors a conversation that I had with my mum a few years back, in which I did also almost lose it then too.
There were elements of this book that really resonated with me in some way. The idea of being ‘other’ and how that reflects the way that people look at you or treat you. The way that judgement can come from within your own community because of the way that you act and how it is viewed as either ‘right’ or wrong’. The last time something struck me in that way in the same way that this did since Noughts and Crosses was a long time ago now. It’s just not something that I am used to being confronted with. Which on the one hand is on me for not actively seeking stories with more POC characters in it that are both the protagonists and interact outside of their race, if that makes sense, but then is also because I feel like I just don’t come across it a lot. I mentioned it the other day, but it took me so long to twig that pretty much all the characters were black because that’s not the way I default to think about characters (with the exception of Hermione Granger, because that hair of hers man, I have it on my head, it’s never tame). But that’s a whole different thing.
All in all, I would recommend this book. It’s fluffy. It’s frothy. It’s the kind of warm that comes with watching When Harry Met Sally (for me anyway, insert your fave rom-com here if you have one). It’s comfortable. And that’s never a bad thing.
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