Book Review: Dear, I love You

Author: ARUN SABTHARISHI   
Format: Paperback
Language: ENGLISH 
Pages: 208
Price: 125
Publishers: MAHAVEER PUBLISHERS
ISBN Number: 8183520871












About the book:

It’s one of those times, when the ladies chose the path of resilience and men opened the gates to their emotional mind. Otherwise, you don’t find a boy falling in for a girl, wooing her till his wits’ end and finally crossing all limits to win every bit of her heart…so on and so forth. Dear, I love You- is not a whisper from Arun Sabtharishi. It is tale of a man coming to realization, surviving through the plight and holding strong to his belief. (Though childish rendition and at times quite testing).

So when the Cupid strikes in between the pages of “Dear, I love you”, Gautham could hardly take any cover- he becomes a point blank victim- forgetting to mug up formulae even when he knows the exam death knell is grinning at him. It’s not a story that can be framed into the phrase- “luck by chance”. Its rather chanced upon luck- that a boy says “nay” to his engineering studies and plots ways to immerse his subject of admiration with chocolates to begin with. And how does Anu respond- she takes jittery steps and joins in the roller coaster of eddying emotions.

Sometime or the other, love demons- or more respected parents are to find out of the clandestine relationships and there comes those pristine clauses and those epic misunderstandings. “Dear, I love you”- labors at justifying love at the altar of the unaffected gentry. It smooths away the tenderness of love with immature hands. Further on, attempts at giving life a second chance. The monotony hits me somewhere in the middle and I think Arun could have harness somewhere control and weaves the intermediate chapters- somewhere concealment of feelings could have created better reading experience.

Arun though makes some flaws here and there- draining the flow of the narrative somewhere and making the story read like a dairy. Keeping up to the trend he too starts with a twist, keeping me wondering falling seems to be ignorant of aging. Jokes apart- what begins with a secondary plot- justifying ends with the same? And why am I complaining- Dear, I Love You- is more or less a college life journal whose epilogue is only mature- the rest is just your cherry topping on your weekend sundae at the café. 

About the author:

Arun Sabtharishi, born in Trichy, a city in the southern India; is a jaunty, insouciant, amiable and blissful young man. He did his under-graduation in Computer Science at Sastra University, India. He is now a candidate for Masters of Science (Computer Science) in University of Texas, Dallas in United States of America. Apart from being a tech savvy computer guy, Arun spends considerable amount of his time reading quality novels across myriad genres, a vivid movie lover, and a cricket fanatic.
He can be contacted on arun.sabtharishi@gmail.com or webpage www.arunsabtharishi.com. He can also be seen on the Facebook and Twitter too.




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Website: deariloveyou.com / arunsabtharishi.com
FB Page: deariluvyou

Book review: Love on the Rocks

Author: Ismita Tandon Dhankher

Format: Paperback

Language: English

Pages: 224

Price: 150

Publishers: Penguin

ISBN Number: 9780143414681

About the book:

Is it Miss Marple at her post teens, or is Sancha bitten by the Marple bug? Or is she somehow related to the prim moustache Hercule Poirot? Ishimta Tandon Dhankher seems to wink at me from the pages and like a frisky girl nudges me to read on. The book unfolds a story of a boy (he seems to live mostly in some dark celluloid version of life- lovelorn and pathetically lonely). A perfect instance of domestic child abuse and a perfect reason for a psychopath to be born- I suppose-in fact I was even expecting Fredrick, Sheldon and Stephen King to show me some magical thrill and give me a cold shiver. Nope, keep the reader guess as to what is waiting beyond the thin veil.

It is not on the shores but on board where twist and turns meet you face blank. One dead in a meat locker keeps the curious cat Sancha thinking. It has not been a year- since she is married- and she loves once again- oh! Of course she is still to get over those butterflies in her stomach when spending time with her new husband Aaron Andrews. She has fallen for the majestic Sea Hyena. But for the discovery of the cook’s corpse in the meat lock- all seemed well in her world of twenty four men. When Sancha is scribbling across her personal list of suspects, ranking her humour and even her wit set in the middle of crossroads,   officer Raghav Shridhar seem to be the last man to untie the knotted up suspense and hook the lurking killer breathing over everyone’s shoulders.

Ishita has intelligently kept her decanter drama free- rather there is a sweet residue of tongue in the cheek humour- in the way she portrays the characters one after the other. I can presume the lady has done quite a lot of human glazing and the book has benefited from it. If she knows how to uncover a death report, she knows how to pull down the curtains over the suspicion by baking a seemingly coincidental theft. Sea-farer stories seemed tales of the bygone days- till I chanced upon Love making dangerous attempts to balance itself on jutting rocks. Am I confusing between something literal and figurative?  You got to read up and invite me to a coffee party next time. I am open to discussions- what’s the venue this time- I hope it’s right on the deck of Sea Hyena-(without a corpse, if you don’t mind).

About the author:

Ismita Tandon Dhankher likes to call herself, 'A lesser known Poetess' http://applestrudle-dollz.blogspot.com/  and is very passionate about poetry. She graduated from Sophia college and went on to pursue an MBA degree. After a brief but highly successful stint in the Forex division of Thomas Cook, Mumbai, she decided writing was her true calling and gave up her management career to sail the high sea's with
her sailor husband and became a full-time author.

    

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