I haven’t posted in a long time, I realize that. Maybe this will spurn me to update more, given I’m on holiday.

Well. I got this book for my birthday from Akash and I finished it really fast. Well. I took a couple of days break from it and read almost the entire book (220/291 pages) yesterday. It was that good. You have the typical story of immigrant parents who have their child, named Gogol after the author, and he struggles through life trying to decide what sort of person he will be. Cliché, right? Not at all. The book was heart-warming, but sometimes I didn’t feel sympathy for Gogol. Lahiri makes it so that although you understand the struggle he is going through, it is still unacceptable in one way or another. Lahiri gives you a good description of Bengali culture, but still makes the book accessible. It is not assuming, nor is it too simply written. Her writing style is perfect. I would recommend this book to you if you want a tale about immigrants and feeling out of place. Although I’m not indian, there were certain spots where I was like… “Yes. That is something all immigrants and their children have to go through.” Overall. It was amazing.  *****/*****