Chillies and Porridge edited by Mita Kapur
Chillies and Porridge- Writing Food came to me just at the time when I was starting my regimented diet – post a big fat Punjabi wedding and the festive gluttony … Continue reading
Vikram and the Vampire by Natasha Sharma
Growing up on a staple of Indian folktales, most of us are familiar with Vikram and Betal, and in this book Natasha Sharma brings some of these stories to life! … Continue reading
The Separation by Dinah Jefferies
What happens when a mother and her daughters are separated, and who do they become when they believe it might be forever? Dinah Jefferies writes beautifully!!! Her second novel The … Continue reading
Maud’s Line by Margaret Verble
Margaret Verble’s debut novel Maud’s Line is set in the Cherokee area of Oklahoma in the 1920s. Maud Nail is part of the Cherokee community, living on the government allotment … Continue reading
The Peacock Palace Hotel by Angeli Koura Dayal
A twist of fate entwines the lives of three people who ordinarily would never have crossed paths. Robby, a product of Hollywood is fraught with emotional issues. Sundri makes her … Continue reading
What’s Never Said by Susan Shapiro
Lila Penn’s ex-professor of poetry Daniel Wildman has just won a Pulitzer for his book of poems ‘Losers Like Me’, and is in New York for a reading. Daniel had … Continue reading
The Cosmopolitans by Anjum Hasan
Qayeenat gets cold feet on the eve of her art exhibition, and instead of following her dreams to become an artist, becomes an art critic instead. When she meets her … Continue reading
We That Are Left by Clare Clark
“DENIQUE COELEM” is the family motto of the Melvilles of Ellinghurst. Translated it means ‘heaven at last’. Ellinghurst serves as the backdrop of Clare Clark’s period novel We That Are Left. With … Continue reading
When She Went Away by Andaleeb Wajid
Sixteen year old Maria Suleiman wakes up one morning to find her mother missing. Their breakfasts are laid out on the dining table as are their packed school lunches. And … Continue reading