Lightly Toasted

I haven’t read any of Kiran Desai’s books but something tells me this is going to be a damn fine story. Alright truth be told… I’ve been reading reviews of this lately and gave in to my book-lust tonight. I probably would have thought twice if there were more copies strewn around the new arrivals section of Borders. Given, this was the only one left, I saw myself pace up and greedily snatch it off the rack. It was coming home with me. And like a few other books I started to read this year, hope this doesn’t add to my growing list of utter dreary and tedium. Well, a part of that is possibly just me… have you sometimes felt, no matter how good a book you had in hand, it was hard to do justice, be it time, frame of mind, the hormones in your body or just sheer boredom. Lethargy. Admit it, I know its not just me.

And while I’m about to embark on this beautiful, extraordinary, fierce, tender and morally lit intelligent journey in the backdrop of the snow crested Himalayas, last week saw Adrian Mole fumbling with Marigold Flowers’ bra straps in the loft. Oh yes, still no reply from Tony Blair on the refund of £57.10. Leicestershire, must really be a far away land.

Before you read any more about the Book: “The Inheritance of Loss” a little introduction would help. Kiran Desai was born in India in 1971, and educated in India and later in England and the United States. She is the author of Hullabaloo in the Guava Orchard, which was published to unanimous acclaim in over twenty-two countries and now comes another masterpiece buffeted by the winds of history and political turmoil.