I stumbled upon this book at the library and decided to give it a go. It’s good. The book is about an Indian man who comes to England and falls in love with a Welsh girl whom he marries but the story spans both the generation before and after them. The Indian family is Gujarati, so much of the culture and language is familiar to me. The complications of a mixed marriage are obviously close to home for me too. The couple’s children, two girls, are young adults in the mid-90s, so they are about the same age as my sister and myself, but they seem to get away with all kinds of behaviour that my Gujarati community would count as scandalous and totally unacceptable. The girls’ stories stirred up in me some uneasy feelings about my own young adulthood: Should have been braver? Why didn’t I feel the kind of support from my extended family as the girls did?

Leaving my own drama aside, this book is warm and lovingly written. There are gorgeous, evocative descriptions. I relished the funny, charming colloquialisms. The book helped me to know Gujarati women again: their humour, obstinacy, wisdom, superstitiousness and boundless love.

(15th in 2012)