Written by Kamala Markandaya

1954 *** 186 pages

On the surface, this seems like a book that I would love. It tells the life story of a woman in India. I love Indian culture, and I love female-centric stories. I did not, however, enjoy this book. It's not necessarily bad, I just didn't get into it. I felt it was too brisk in some ways, glossing over something that should have been more important, and yet it seemed boring, having nothing really important to say. The ending didn't even feel worth the hassle of having read everything leading up to it. The book just ends suddenly, and that's how we're left. Maybe time will pass, and my opinion might change, but as for now, I don't expect to read it ever again.