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Book Review: Like A Love Song by Nikita Singh

‘Like A Love Song’ by Nikita Singh in the guise of a romance novel is a chick lit. The book on offer has an ordinary tale of a very young girl Maahi, imagine she is just twelfth passed and hoping from one branch to another in quest of love. Will she get comeuppance for her hastiness or something else?

When she moves to South India, opposite the will of her parents, just for the sake of love of a selfish guy, this book becomes ‘too-early-to-fall-in-love’ kind of novel. As expected the guy breaks her heart and she come comes back to her home, to her parents, in North India, in Delhi. Now what? She must start a new life somehow. Instead of choosing a degree in a university, she rather begins her job search, first in an IT firm and then in a bakery-kind of bistro only to make a career in the bakery business. And from there on the banal story goes on…learning bakery products, finding a friend with whom she can share and cry on her shoulders, to another guy knocking at her heart, and then the comeback of the old guy. She is in a mess – but that’s too much for a young lasso in her early twenties. According to the story and cope-ups, she would have been a matured lady of early thirties.

Nikita Singh may be growing age-wise but her stories are utter crap and same they used to be half a decade ago. People are wondering why publishing houses like Harper Collins and Penguin India are behind her books or her beauty? Serious readers please stay away. Despite all odds, the face of modern Indianism is very well evident in her racy and chicky novels.


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