To make matters worse, despite frequent andtherapeutic bouts of shopping and Starbucks,and the mentoring of a Taco Bell-loving,Coca Cola-guzzling swami, Maya hastrouble just surviving, thanks to the attentionsof a Kali-hating fanatic and a matchmaking aunthell-bent on finding her a nice Indian boy. Maya hasno interest in boys. She wants a man and she may have found one.
He's tall, dark, and gorgeous ... and completely uninterested in her.
My thoughts: This is the Indian version of My Big, Fat, Greek Wedding. Your duties: marry an Indian and have Indian babies by age 25. Oh, and be a doctor or a lawyer. For Indians, it’s all about status. That’s why they live in Newport Beach.
I liked
Maya. She’s an independent, fierce woman with an acid tongue. Outrageously
funny! But is she the reincarnated spirit of a goddess? Apparently.
The story
had a quick overview of Indian culture. It was fun seeing Maya harnessing “the
Goddess within” and unleashing this massive power. Whoa! She was kind of like
Buffy—always having to vanquish the evils of the world as long as it didn’t
conflict with her shopping at Fashion Island. It was funny how hooked she got
on the power. Of course, darkening and bring lightning to the skies can do
that.
“Women like
me had only one hope: Marriage.” (173) Maya had more power and potential than
credited.
I was all
for Girl Power. I absolutely loved this story!
Light-hearted,
humorous, and frank!
My rating: 5 stars
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