I usually like books about Indian ex-pats living in the US. Actually, I really like Jhumpa Lahiri books. In a few weeks our women's book club will be discussing Nafisa Haji's novel about Pakistani ex-pats, but I can't say I will have many positive things to say about this one. My two major problems with this book are its writing style (pedantic) and not knowing what it is about. It's about so many different things, it ends up being about nothing.
It reminded me a bit of a NY Times article I read a few weeks ago about the problem with memoirs. I know this is not a memoir, but it reads like one in which the protagonist does not discover anything important, or even in particular.
Wow. Writing this down I realize how much I did not like this book.
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