If you have nothing fruitful to do with your life then go and buy this junk of a book. From my point of view buying a pizza would serve you better than buying this book.
I wish I could rate it lower than a star.
This book suffers from an identity crisis - Chetan Bhagat needs to figure out whether he’s writing a so called mature book for 10 year olds or manure for adults.
If you are a sex hungry 15 year old with dung for brains, this is right up your alley. For others, please do not let Mr. Bhagat insult your intelligence.
This is just trash which is not expected from someone who’s supposed to be an IIT gradate. The pathetically written romance and lack of substance are equally bad.