Thursday, 28 July 2016

Two Years Eight Months and Twenty-Eight Nights by Salman Rushdie

"Why do you imagine your kingdoms - your fathers, your husbands, your sons and you yourselves - are safe?"

I had been eagerly anticipating another jaunt in Rushdie's fairytale worlds. Somehow this just left me a little cold. Sexually promiscuous jinn and a war between the dark and the light. Maybe I just wasn't in the mood for this. There are passages of beautiful writing, there are torrents of words. To be completely honest, I kept on getting distracted and just wanted it to end. So not exactly in love here.

3 out of 5 stars

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