It was certainly entertaining--a "lively romp"--but it lacked that certain something that pulls me into a story and prevents me from putting it down. It had humor, plot and characters, but not story. (see http://www.ursulakleguin.com/Blog2012.html and go to 51. The Narrative Gift...)
The previous reader of the book felt the same way, I think. Either that or she was a busy mother who only snatched short intervals from her day to read a page or two at a time. I deduce this from the number of dog-eared pages, all of which had been left turned down, every three or four pages. Towards the end they stopped--either she gave up, or else she stayed up an hour late to finish it in one big gulp.
I won't mention how inconsiderate it is to dog-ear the pages of a library book. Would you do that to a book you borrowed from a friend?
But back to the book. I don't think I'd recommend it, except possibly to a friend of mine who is a voracious reader but has a slightly different taste in literature than I do. She likes quirky people who do strange things and frequently hover right on the edge of mental illness. This has all of those. And Manjula Kapoor is a hoot. But I could definitely put it down.
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