I started to read this because a) the cover is dazzling, but mostly b) I don't think I've ever read anything by a Sri Lankan author before, with a good part of the setting in Sri Lanka as well. The names of these places! So familiar! The food! The context, too - kind of relevant. I have come to understand, however, that I am really quite far from being an actual Sri Lankan; the familiarity remained consistently vague. Distant. Sad. But. What to do?
So at the beginning, I confess that in terms of the characters and plot, I was not that excited. It read a little like a Cinderella story, and I was not in the mood for a Cinderella story. But I'll admit, it has grown on me. I like the... scope... of the tale, how it stretches from place to place, country to county, generation to generation, and it all comes together nicely. Okay, maybe a little too nice, maybe a little cheesy. But not altogether unpleasant. There is something a little classic about it, perhaps we can call it an Indian subcontinental fairy-tale. And sometimes you're in the mood for just that.