, Realistic Fiction
, Coming Of Age
, Asian Literature
, Indian Literature
, Womens Fiction
, Chick Lit
Dimple is American. Or Indian. I guess it all really depends on who you ask. Dimple herself isn't sure; she doesn't feel that she fits in anywhere.Dimple misses her best friend, Gwyn, who isn't around much since having a boyfriend. And Dimple's parents set up a meeting for her with a suitable boy, w...
There was a lot to like about this book. I really enjoyed Dimple's voice as our protagonist, and Hidier did an amazing job at bringing this world to life. When we're in the club or Dimple is lost to her photography, I too, was completely immersed and right there with her. I also really liked that at...
Couldn't finish this book as the authoress was trying really hard to be funny. She failed miserably while creating a stereotypical book of American teen melodramatic TV shows.
I guess the whole mess started around my birthday. Amendment: my first birthday. I was born turned around, and apparently was holding my head in my hand in such a way that resulted in twelve treacherous hours of painful labor for my mother to eject me.My mother said she imagined I was trying to sort...
I adored this book. It started a little rough for me, Hidier's exuberant restretching unforming rebubbling of the language was abrupt. But once I dove in, let the words into my ear, let them bounce and scintillate and dance, then I was wholly present. Straightforward, age-old plot made very fresh he...
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