I was so happy when I discovered this book because representation is a good thing. I thought the plot about two Indian-American kids trying to navigate their own worlds while still honoring their parents was a fantastic idea.
However, the execution was shaky. My main problem was the lack of tension. It’s not that I don’t read cheesy books where I know the ending from the start. I do, but this book started with an ending and ended with a beginning. Everything in between was the boring, “We’re together and everything is great” stuff. Those scenes are usually minimal in any romance because they don’t move the story along.
This relegated all of the tension to a couple of low-stakes subplots, one of which felt really forced and out of context. These subplots also included lot of heavy handed subtext about how western white women can be subjugated and how traditional women can be free. I get it and it’s a good point, but it was handled in a way that over-simplified a complex issue.
At the end, we get into the meat of what I thought this whole book would be about. It finally occurs to Dimple to pull her head out of the land of infatuation and ask herself whether being in a relationship means sacrificing her career. This is a conflict that should have started the book, not be the last bit of tension at the very end.
There was some stuff that I enjoyed. I especially liked the cultural representation and the questions that were raised. I read this book slowly in between a lot of other books, which is probably what most killed it for me. It is a very cute and overly sweet story, so it is best injested and digested quickly.