Books speak volumes about the author and the kind of collection a person has reflects a lot about the tastes, character and the Individual you really are.
But of course-we do end up buying books which are the ’IN’ thing at all bookstalls and social circles. This is one such book, which made me sit up and think ..for all the reasons you will come to know once you read my review.
Let me just highlight the storyline first!
The story revolves around a small town girl who has big dreams & a flair for discovering true love.
As a matter of fact, she has this fantasy to fall in true love and eventually ends up having many relationships right from tender age of 11 and indulges in discovering the carnal desires of a teenage girl.
Well-as predictable...she does never meet the RIGHT MAN and leaves her town with the dream of earning big in Europe-’Place for women, wealth & wine in Style’.
In a world of her own, she lands up a job as a dancer in a club and eventually gets driven into prostitution to make quick bucks.
During her stint as the dancer-cum-entertainer, she discovers that men, who portray a really bold and strong self imposed image of themselves are indeed the ones full of insecurity and suffer from anxiety.
Its when she cant make her mind whether she should leave this job which has driven away all her modesty and dignity, that she meets these really odd characters. One- a rich painter who is a widower and second- a married man who is suffering from depression faced with infidelity from his wife.
Now these two people have her company to drive away their insecurities and contemporaneously make the lady in question realise that all this humility and suffering can be only till a certain limit...Life is and has many more things to look forward to than what she sees in the eyes of men who are groping for her when she is in the club.
The story obviously has a stereotype movie ending with the girl wrapping her bag & baggages and heading home-when the hero...errr!The painter comes for her and asks her to marry him.
In my opinion, the story falls flat the way Mr Paulo has scripted it.- Its been stretched unnecessarily with long descriptions of the physical interactions and really make you feel gross than feeling sorry for the lady. Quintessentially, the character portrayal is bland and I can vouch that there are better writers there in this forum than Mr Paul himself. Also, a slight inspiration from the Ms Bridget Jones adventures and her diary entries has been reflected in a way which is uncomprehensible. It also reminded me of the booker prize winner ’the God of Small Things’ by Ms Roy...which was quite a dull story again on a whole-but, it was still phrased very beautifully.
If a regular reader gets hands on this book for a nice pastime-he/she will surely see a very sad news wrapped up in amateur writer’s language.
There is no peculiar attraction to this story or the way it has been narrated which can/could have been the selling points for the write-up.
All in all-the book holds zero value unless and until you want to gift it some friend who hasnt been too good to you in past... The book is available for Rs295 at the book stalls.
Just leave it there only....
PS: Its a true story of a Brazilian woman and I can bet that someone is surely cursing Mr Paul for this....