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Hello Readers,
I know its been ages since I have updated any book reviews. I am sorry for being an ignorant towards this. Now I am back with an amazing book review of Generously Yours by Inderpreet Uppal.
Cover: The cover is colourful, fascinating and has stunning colour scheme.
Title/ Sub-Title : The title seems intriguing and unique. This title gave birth to the curiousity to read the book and I am surprised at my speed. Even after months I could finish this book in 15 minutes. The sub title has a deeper meaning attached to it.
Blurb: ‘Love is forever’ or so thought Diya.
Shy, bookish and loving, Diya never thought she would ever need to be anything else. Her charmed life slips away from her in ways, she never imagined.
Will Viren be able to sort the jumble of their lives or is it already too late?
A bittersweet story of life, longing, and lasting love.
Theme: The theme could be related as it reminded me of someone with the same issue. I wont reveal what that is about. For that you need to read the book. Love was one such theme that touched the heart.
Plot: The plot did not have much of twist and turns. It was simple and straightforward.
Characterisation: She has beautifully painted her characters. I am already getting attached to Divya and Viren.
Style: Since Inderpreet is an editor henceforth, I can understand her style of writing. She has a unique style of writing which will make you fall in love with the way she play with words. She has used third person narrative, fantabulous descriptions. She has made a simple story lively.
Ending: I felt the ending was different, maybe not the way we readers wanted it to be. Ofcourse, it doesnt have any death scene, thankfully. But she could have done in some other way.
Favourite lines:
She was a shy, homebody, bookworm, and he a flamboyant, traveler and a nomad.
The early morning strolls and breakfasts in the garden, the meals on the beach.
“At the height of their love affair, they had bought this house, a quaint little home with a patch of a garden, the gnarled bougainvillea tree blooming furiously, the only adornment there and the dual parking. “
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Life gets shitty with her scandalous talks. Nobody wants to go with her on long walks. Sarcasm is her cup of tea, which makes her tormented heart care free. She is not a bird but a caged sparrow, that has made her way shallow. Everyone laughs at her self- mockery, but little do they realise about her jeopardised crockery. She has a heart of gold which gets sold because of her black mole. Her eyelashes have a story which talks about her hidden glory. She cannot be anyone’s history because she carries a darkness of mystery. She is a mistress to that Prince whose wife calls her a pimp. She lives the life of luxury with caged ornaments of judiciary and boundary. She wants to be that runaway bride who wants to feel the ambience of air. She wants to live for her future is to die. She doesn’t want bondage and tacky tags but a respected name. She wants to show everyone that she is not a matter of shame but a name, used for fame. She lives in a palace where the walls are too strong for her own voice to reach her. She is never bounded by customs for they are meant for princesses.
She was once a princess who got defeated by a chivalrous warrior. He was a warrior in name and had nothing to give her in name. She loved him with her whole heart, but he made her the toy of every man’s hard rock. She lives the life of misery painted with a smile and a tear drop of glycerine. She cannot fight for the world will never grant her this right. She wants an escapade which can set her free from this jingled bondage life.
P.S : This is neither a poem nor a verse and not even a prose.. So I am confused what I ended up into. Feedbacks and suggestions are welcomed
warm days and cold nights
among unknown fears
I miss my friends, I miss my peers,
far from laps away from home,
in the feet of destiny laying alone,
all smiling eyes, all buttery lips,
no reality at all, they end up taking flips,
no future is uncertain,
indeed cold here,
the reality of my life makes me feel scared
Surbhi Sareen