I generally refrain from reviewing books because I know the hard work that goes into penning down 250 odd pages of literature. I refrain from being unnecessarily harsh on someone, when I have a fair idea of the pain they must have gone through.
But this one compelled me to write, not to praise its excellence, or even to rant about its mediocrity. Infact, I was shocked at the insincerity of the author.
To begin with, he didn't even attempt at writing a book, he wrote a screenplay. But he should have at least put in some effort to present it as a novel in its paperback format. The story is as lame as the language it is written in. Forget nuances and layers, the structure is not even a straight line. It has no purpose, no journey and thereby no destination. And could someone kindly enlighten me on the significance of the title.
As for the literary quality, the lesser spoken the better. For some unknown reason, Mr. Bhagat considers himself the common Indian's writer and as much as he defends them in the battle of masses versus the elite, he is the one taking them for granted. He considers the common Indian man to be IQ less, illogical and having no sense or appreciation of literature.There is no other way I can justify his coming up with'Half Girlfriend'.
I cannot fathom what moved Mr. Mohit Suri, who has already bought the rights of the novel for his next screen adaptation, to tears. The only kind of tears this book can draw out is those out of sheer frustration
