I read about Blog Adda's book reviewing program on Binary's blog. Immediately, lots of bulbs went off in my head. Wheeeeeeeeeee - I can get free books to read! Signing up was the work of a moment. Within a week, I had received my first book: Two Fates by Judy Balan. Keeping my end of the deal, here is the review:
Two Fates follows the lives of Deepika Sundar, a Tamilian, and Rishab Khanna, a Punjabi, who, after a long courtship and two years marriage are now fed up with each other and want to get a divorce. However, their respective families, who were at hammer and tongs before their wedding have now become one happy family and Deepika and Rishab dread telling them about their separation plans. How they try to do it is what Two Fates is about.
In the first few chapters of the book, Deepika and Rishab are portrayed as two annoying individuals with few likeable qualities. Thus, it seemed like it made sense that they annoyed each other as well and wanted to divorce. But a few chapters on, I was not sure (like most of the other characters in the book), as to why exactly these two people wanted to get a divorce. They had been courting for five years prior to marriage and all of their current divorce-contributing factors would have been present back then too, in which case they probably would not have even agreed to get married in the first place. Or perhaps familiarity breeded contempt and all. Anyway, I decided the story needed some premise and this was it and I should leave it at that.
The story is generously populated with caricatures of Punjabi (and to some extent, Tamil) families. I have Punjabi friends and they do have other aspects to their characters than being a ultra-happy bunch of boisterous and loud people fond of eating. I guess this was for comedic relief but beyond a point, it got repetitive and I skipped a few pages with descriptions of how these Punjabis on Prozac manage to irritate Deepika and Rishab.
About a third of the way in, I began to think that perhaps this reviewing for free books was not such a great deal after all if I was going to be forced to complete reading books I rather would not have. However, the book picked up from then on. The characters had grown on me a bit Though I could see the end from chapter 1 itself, I had become mildly interested in knowing how it got there.
In spite of the flimsy story line, the writing is pretty decent. Though I thought the prose was a little too wordy in the beginning, it sorted itself out in subsequent chapters. The language flowed smoothly making it an easy and quick (the book is only 200 pages long) read.
When I finally closed the book, it was with the feeling of contentment that comes from having done decent timepass. That would be my verdict for the book as well: decent timepass when you do not have anything better on hand to read.
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Two Fates follows the lives of Deepika Sundar, a Tamilian, and Rishab Khanna, a Punjabi, who, after a long courtship and two years marriage are now fed up with each other and want to get a divorce. However, their respective families, who were at hammer and tongs before their wedding have now become one happy family and Deepika and Rishab dread telling them about their separation plans. How they try to do it is what Two Fates is about.
In the first few chapters of the book, Deepika and Rishab are portrayed as two annoying individuals with few likeable qualities. Thus, it seemed like it made sense that they annoyed each other as well and wanted to divorce. But a few chapters on, I was not sure (like most of the other characters in the book), as to why exactly these two people wanted to get a divorce. They had been courting for five years prior to marriage and all of their current divorce-contributing factors would have been present back then too, in which case they probably would not have even agreed to get married in the first place. Or perhaps familiarity breeded contempt and all. Anyway, I decided the story needed some premise and this was it and I should leave it at that.
The story is generously populated with caricatures of Punjabi (and to some extent, Tamil) families. I have Punjabi friends and they do have other aspects to their characters than being a ultra-happy bunch of boisterous and loud people fond of eating. I guess this was for comedic relief but beyond a point, it got repetitive and I skipped a few pages with descriptions of how these Punjabis on Prozac manage to irritate Deepika and Rishab.
About a third of the way in, I began to think that perhaps this reviewing for free books was not such a great deal after all if I was going to be forced to complete reading books I rather would not have. However, the book picked up from then on. The characters had grown on me a bit Though I could see the end from chapter 1 itself, I had become mildly interested in knowing how it got there.
In spite of the flimsy story line, the writing is pretty decent. Though I thought the prose was a little too wordy in the beginning, it sorted itself out in subsequent chapters. The language flowed smoothly making it an easy and quick (the book is only 200 pages long) read.
When I finally closed the book, it was with the feeling of contentment that comes from having done decent timepass. That would be my verdict for the book as well: decent timepass when you do not have anything better on hand to read.
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2 comments:
And a time pass during which u will laugh aloud practically... Not just the LOLs types!!!
Eu me lembro quando eu estava fazendo orgânica 1, eu criei um simulado da prova para ajudar a minha turma, você que nem fazia parte da minha turma, me chamou no privado do Whatsapp e perguntou se eu tinha o gabarito do simulado, eu falei que não, mas que eu iria criar o gabarito só para te ajudar, eu criei o gabarito e te mandei no dia seguinte, só para te ajudar. Mesmo assim, no ano seguinte, você se juntou com a Gabriela Santana Andrade no grupo do Whatsapp de analítica 1 só para ficar me humilhando por causa de IC, eu estava doente naquele dia, o que você fez comigo, não se faz nem com um bicho. É isso que eu ganho por criar o gabarito de um simulado só para te ajudar, eu sou humilhado.
Depois do que você fez comigo, você me bloqueou no Whatsapp sem sequer ter falado uma palavra comigo.
Você é pior do que os alunos da Fernanda, os alunos da Fernanda não cuspiram no prato que comeram, os alunos da Fernanda não se aproveitaram de um momento de fragilidade minha para ficarem me humilhando por causa de IC.
Você apenas me usou e depois que não precisava mais de mim, você me jogou fora.
Eu nunca vi você levantar um dedo para ajudar ninguém, você só pensa em você mesmo.
Você ainda faz iniciação científica no laboratório de estudo de biomoléculas de produtos naturais do IPPN, esse laboratório deve ser uma porcaria para aceitar uma ingrata que nem você. O IPPN está uma porcaria hoje em dia, o IPPN aceitou o Hugo Moreira Lima Mori como aluno de mestrado, o Hugo foi outro que também ficou me humilhando por causa de IC.
Eu acho que ser psicopata é pré-requisito para fazer iniciação científica.
Você ainda viajou para Paris com o dinheiro da bolsa de IC:
https://www.instagram.com/p/B0MYSsQg7L1/
Será que o pessoal em Paris sabe que você é uma psicopata que fica humilhando os outros por causa de IC?
Você ainda tem uma empresa que vende artigos de vestuário e acessórios e que está localizada no município de Niterói/RJ, você está fazendo estágio na Zydus Brasil, será que o pessoal desses 2 lugares sabem que você é uma ingrata?
Você ainda participou dos seguintes projetos de extensão:
Espaço Alexandria
Horta orgânica de PANCS do restaurante universitário da UFRJ
Energia solar e sustentabilidade do instituto de química da UFRJ
Você ainda foi monitora do controle de qualidade e almoxarifado da farmácia universitária da UFRJ, foi monitora de anatomia da UFRJ e foi monitora do laboratório de informática de graduação do instituto de química da UFRJ.
Eu não vou deixar você continuar vivendo a sua vida normalmente depois do que você fez comigo. Eu não vou deixar você continuar vivendo a sua vida, como se você não tivesse feito nada de errado comigo.
A coordenação da farmácia da UFRJ pode fechar os olhos para os absurdos que acontecem na faculdade, mas eu não fecho os olhos para o fato de uma psicopata, igual a você estar se dando bem na vida, sem sequer sofrer uma consequência do que você fez comigo.
Manda o pai policial da Gabriela Santana Andrade aparecer aqui em casa, depois de ter buscado o arrego dos traficantes da boca de fumo, que fica em cima da minha casa. Aqui em frente a minha casa funciona um ferro velho clandestino que fornece material furtado para os traficantes fazerem barricadas.
Manda o pai policial da Gabriela Santana Andrade aparecer aqui em casa para me matar, eu não tenho nada a perder, a vida é boa para quem faz iniciação científica, para quem não faz só resta à morte, eu não vou perder a minha bolsa.
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