Winnie Mehta was never really convinced that Raj was her soulmate, but their love was written in the stars. Literally, a pandit predicted Winnie would find the love of her life before her 18th birthday, and Raj meets all of the qualifications. Which is why Winnie is shocked to return from her summer at film camp to find her boyfriend of three years hooking up with Jenny Dickens. Worse, Raj is crowned chair of the student film festival, a spot Winnie was counting on for her film school applications. As a self-proclaimed Bollywood expert, Winnie knows this is not how her perfect ending is scripted.
Then there’s Dev, a fellow film geek, and one of the few people Winnie can count on to help her reclaim control of her story. Dev is smart charming, and challenges Winnie to look beyond her horoscope to find someone she’d pick for herself. But does falling for Dev mean giving up on her prophecy, and her chance to live happily ever after? To get her Bollywood-like life on track, Winnie will need a little bit of help from fate, family, and of course, a Bollywood movie star.
Like an expertly choreographed Bollywood dance scene, Nisha Sharma’s off-beat love story dazzles in the lime light.
Well, this weekend sucked when it came to terms of reading. After reading my last read, I was in the mood for no bull shit which unfortunately meant for My So Called Bollywood Life it got thrown halfway across the room after fifty pages.
Side note, that’s actually a pretty far distance from me. I took the photo on my couch and threw the thing as far as I could, which I know is sort of pathetic but the fact it was thrown this far shows how angry I was.
Going into this, I knew I’d probably would be dealing with a TSTL heroine. I mean, it’s sort of stated in the blurb of the book that she’s going to be stupid beyond belief. But I was also under the impression this book was sort of going to be like that early 90’s movie Only You–which for those unaware is when Iron Man and Aunt May were dating IRL and decided to do a movie together so that they could pretty much go on a free vacation to Italy. Anyway, Aunt May is sort of TSTL in the movie and thinks that based on a random fortune teller and a Ouija board that she’s going to get hitched to some dude named Damon Bradley. Of course, hijinks result of that and there’s lots of kissing. Lots and lots of kissing.
My So Called Bollywood Life tries to do that same sort of plot. However, rather than coming off oddly charming like Tony Stark and Aunt May did it just comes up as unbelievably dumb. Also, it lacked the kissing.
Also, the MC has a bit of a Carrie Underwood moment at the beginning of the book that is beyond idiotic. In fact, in the fifty pages I read she seems to be in Carrie Underwood mode the entire time even though it’s stated that her douche of a boyfriend and her were on break because he cheated on her.
And honestly, it’s pretty explicit by page fifty she doesn’t care for this douche she just wants to fulfill the prophecy like she’s freaking Voldemort or some one.
Just don’t bother with this one. I feel like this review is fairly short, but there’s not much to say about this one but a waste. I honestly picked it up because Only You (the Iron Man and Aunt Mae movie) is one of my favorite rom coms and I liked the Bollywood angle that this one supposedly had. But other than the chapters being headed by a nondescript comment about a film, there’s really nothing about Bollywood about this one.
Also, don’t fuck with Only You.
Such a disappointment.
Overall Rating: DNF