1 star - As per goodreads' standards, I didn't like it - at all. Nothing - not the setting, the plot, the characters, the romance, nor the cultural/religious aspects of the novel - were given the attention and treatment I expect from a Berkeley Romance novel.
I just want to preface this by saying that I respect authors and the work they produce. The following review is just one reader’s opinion.
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This was a book about a young woman realizing that while she was busy playing by the rules and making sure she was the "good Indian daughter" her parents didn't have to worry about, the people who broke all the rules and didn't give a hoot about disappointing their parents and danced to the beat of their own drum were leading successful, interesting, uncompromising lives. They weren't any worse off for not doing things properly and disobeying their parents, and she wasn't necessarily better off for having complied with everyones rules and expectations.
So in an impulsive move unlike her typical nature, after she suddenly gets laid off from her job, Niki takes off to attend her friend's wedding - in India. A country whose culture and ethnicity she embodies but ultimately a place she has never been. In India, she meets the bride's friend Sam(eer) and what ensues is a flirtatious game of will they or won't they admit their feelings for each other and realize that what's going on between them is more than just a wedding "fling".
It's insta-love romance, sometimes funny, and good for anyone looking for that "love overcomes all obstacles" kind of story.
Now, this is your warning: I'm about to go on a big rant on the specific things that didn't sit right with me about this book. I want to preface this by saying that I don't think an American of any other background or race or religion would feel the same way I did. But because I am an American, born and raised by Indian parents who immigrated here from Kolkata before I was born, who speaks fluent Bengali and celebrated all major holidays at our Hindu temple for the first 18 years of my life, and visited India every other year to visit family and grandparents since I was born, I feel somewhat qualified to make these criticisms.
I wish the main characters were slightly more developed and the periphery Indian characters Niki encounters didn't feel like caricatures of who and what they were trying to portray. Almost all of the side characters Niki meets/encounters in India seem to serve the purpose of showing Niki (and the reader) how awful, outdated, rude, disrespectful Indian people can be, and how out of place Niki feels as an American in India. One Auntie is a complete stranger and just decides to tell Niki that she should stay out of the sun as she's looking kinda dark (this makes 29 y/old Niki sad and she cries). Then another Auntie, Sam's mom, is SO MODERN AND WESTERN AND COOL, she assumes - nay, WANTS - Sam and Niki to share a bed and room so that they will have sex and be in love and get married... while they're all living under the same roof. Mind you, Niki, Sam, and Sam's mom have all only known each other for a week. But Auntie is so desperate for her son to get married she encourages them to sleep together? Look, there's modern and there's ridiculous. Even by American standards that's crazy. If the mother of a guy I've known for a week and haven't even been on a date with insists that I share a bed with her son I AM RUNNING AWAY SO QUICKLY. So every Auntie Niki meets is her own caricature for what's wrong with or great about India.
As an American-born Indian whose parents took her back to India from the time I was 6 months old (and every 2 years thereafter), I can say with authority that the India and Indian people that Niki meets and Sonya Lalli portrays is a unique and singular experience, not a universal one. I have been in Kolkata and Mumbai and Delhi, Kerala aged 16, 18, 20, wearing dresses, skirts, shorts above the knee and also in traditional Indian dresses. No one has ever leered or catcalled me, made me feel uncomfortable or at risk of being raped. That doesn't mean these things don't happen. But it's like writing a book about a foreign family visiting America and saying they feel like they're going to be victims of gun violence because they see it on the news headlines all the time. I don't know, Lalli packed a lot of backwards assumptions about India in this romance novel. Time and time again she chooses to discredit, ridicule, and mock the rigidity or superfluousness of deep rooted traditional Indian customs (reading and aligning horoscopes, having housekeepers, cooks, drivers, butchers, for example). Niki gets mad when two other bridesmaids are discussing the incompetence of their domestic help. And while those characters were being rude, the whole scene and conversation gave nothing to the plot other than to show that there are Indians who talk about their maids behind their backs and don't value them highly.... Why was this criticism about Indians necessary to input into a romance novel?? I just feel like Sonya Lalli used this book as an opportunity to make characters out of all the things wrong with Indian society. I thought this book would be a celebration of India and its diverse religions, cultures, foods. Instead, LIKE ANOTHER CARICATURE, Niki eats out at restaurants and spends a day bedridden from food poisoning and diarrhea. Look, I wasn't expecting Niki to have an Eat Pray Love moment, but Lalli literally took every opportunity to highlight the flaws in India, and it really took away a lot of the enjoyment of the atmosphere for me.
And, the main character Niki goes around the whole novel asking people why they celebrate Diwali and somehow no one has an answer, so at the end of the novel she decides to use Diwali to mark the beginning of her love story with Sam... Like, okay that's called an anniversary - not Diwali. As a Bengali Hindu, Kali Puja, or a celebration of the Goddess Kali (which we celebrate instead of Diwali) has a distinct purpose. Kali is the Goddess known to destroy evil and fight for justice. So we celebrate her and remember that even in our quest to do justice, we must be just and good ourselves. You can't eradicate evil with evil - only light can do that. At least, after 28 years of celebrating Kali Puja, that's what I am thinking about. As someone who grew up in America, I'm surprised I know that and yet the 15 Indians Niki asked in the novel couldn't come up with a satisfactory answer as to why they or anyone celebrates Diwali/Kali Puja - other than it's the Festival of Lights, light over darkness, (character named Diya says - it's the celebration of ME). I mean, Diwali/Kali Puja is an actual celebration of something and it's not like a make it whatever you want holiday. I think Lalli has one of her characters compare it to non-Christians celebrating Christmas in America... OK but we don't go to church and celebrate it with them. We go to the mall and a MASSIVE tree happens to be there and everything in the mall is on SALE so we buy gifts for ourselves and everyone we know… not exactly the same as a Hindu girl going to India for the first time and celebrating Diwali with her friends. Like, it's not just a party she showed up to, she could actually be involved and practice the religion if she wanted to.
Finally, the chances of randomly running into and not recognizing Shah Rukh Khan in India is just too implausible for me. His VOICE is so distinct. The man could be wearing a SCREAM mask and I'd recognize him by his voice alone. Niki is a fake Bollywood fan and she didn't deserve that photo with Shah Rukh. Just saying.
All the little things Lalli brings up about why Indians are rude, outdated, etc are not incorrect. Those stereotypical thoughts (fair skin is better, casteism) definitely exist throughout the country. It's just not the dominant thought anymore in modern, progressive circles and it's insane to think that Niki encounters all the worst things about India all in unique people and instances in the 2 weeks she spends there (in major cities like Mumbai and Goa nonetheless). None of them, by the way, lend themselves to furthering ANY plot or character development - except maybe to further Niki's distaste for India.
But again, these nuances won't irk the average reader, because the average reader isn't as sensitive as me, probably. But, whatever. I had high hopes for this book specifically because of the South Asian representation. And in the end I felt like I read a book about how Niki met and fell in love with Sam because he was the only nice stranger in all of India that she encountered. The India Sonya Lalli describes through Niki's lens is a smoggy, hot mess. It's dangerous, dirty, rude, ungrateful, ungracious, and their traditions, customs, and beliefs are nonchalant, loosey goosey, open to interpretation and can/should be completely disregarded when possible. I'm proud to be an American citizen with Indian heritage and ethnicity. And I'm so sorry Niki's first experience in India was so shitty. That the only time she had fun was a day out with her friend's family cook and driver (what person would send their international houseguest sightseeing with the cook is beyond me??). Ultimately, I cannot relate to Nikki and Sonya Lalli's harrowing depiction of Indians and India. And that's sad because now I want to write/read a book from an Indian - American perspective talking about how wonderful and meaningful India is - the people, the culture, the food, the religious ceremonies and celebrations. But I think only white people write those books LOL. ANYWAY, rant over. This was a tolerable book if you focus on the romance only. Even then, it was beyond subpar. I don't see what was so lovable about Sam other than the fact that he was persistent in trying to date Niki and was her shoulder to cry on every time someone hurt her feelings.
So, despite having high hopes, this book was barely just ok for me. In the end, the negative atmosphere overwhelmed the lukewarm romance between two very confused and directionless lead characters.
Thank you to Berkley Publishing Group, Berkley Romance, and Netgalley for providing a digital arc in exchange for an honest review.