I have heard so much about this book tht I took it from a library near by and read it(hopefully I didnt waste my money on buying it.now I can get rid of immdly)
While reading u feel so bad, u feel ditchy, whole feeling is so bad, it generates a foul mould.
the book is total crap, written abt a lesbo psychic and usual bitchy models (of shobha de’s imagination)
i scolded myself for reading such a book.
u get an uncanny feeling reading the book.If it would have been some kind of romance, even that could have been acceptable. This has only but psychic thoughts alone.
u never like any of the characters in the book.
Its not the first time iam reading a shobha de book, I have read 4 of her books, after reading this book I have taken owe that I will never touch a shobha de book again.
the only book of hers which I would appreciate is her autobiography. Good writing. All her novels are crap, especially starry nights and strange obsession(being the worst).
she is wonderful writer in terms of her language and the way it flows but if only she knew to write something sensible it would have been widely accepted.
i read her autobiography(selective memory), the way she has written is good. I got impressed by the person she is projecting herself and thought her books would be very good reading her well analysed thought process in her book.
But to my disappointment all 3 of her novels I read were only crap, ditchy novels, in which ’snapshots’ alone was woozing with nothing other than sex , it can be named as some other manual.