Aspiring filmmaker and wallflower Twinkle Mehra has stories she wants to tell and universes she wants to explore, if only the world would listen. So when fellow film geek Sahil Roy approaches her to direct a movie for the upcoming Summer Festival, Twinkle is all over it. The chance to publicly showcase her voice as a director? Dream come true. The fact that it gets her closer to her longtime crush, Neil Roy—a.k.a. Sahil’s twin brother? Dream come true x 2.
When mystery man “N” begins emailing her, Twinkle is sure it’s Neil, finally ready to begin their happily-ever-after. The only slightly inconvenient problem is that, in the course of movie-making, she’s fallen madly in love with the irresistibly adorkable Sahil.
Twinkle soon realizes that resistance is futile: The romance she’s got is not the one she’s scripted. But will it be enough?
Told through the letters Twinkle writes to her favorite female filmmakers, From Twinkle, with Love navigates big truths about friendship, family, and the unexpected places love can find you.
I loved Menon’s debut but man her sophomore effort, I really, really, hated it. There’s no other way of putting it.
One of the things that bothered me the most about From Twinkle With Love was that I was never really able to find myself attached to either its characters or plot. It just felt flat. Also, Twinkle….gah, she annoyed me.
The book itself sort of has a little bit of Princess Diaries meets Boy Meets Girl feel to it. I just realize I’m referencing two Meg Cabot books, surely that most be a good thing since I love Meg Cabot books, right?
Um, no. At least not in this case. Twinkle annoyed me. Sahil annoyed me. Twinkle’s idiotic parents and grandmother annoyed me. Her best friend annoyed me.
Everybody annoyed me.
Most of the story is told through Twinkle’s POV in letters to famous female directors. A cute idea, but honestly after awhile I thought why not just have it be a regular diary. There’s not really any connection to any of these directors except that Twinkle wants to be a famous director like them. Even in Beverly Clearly’s Dear Mr. Henshaw, after awhile the main character drops addressing the letters to Mr. Henshaw. It just seemed redundant after awhile.
Funnily enough, the lack of evolution with the salutation is also sort of synonymous with the lack of character development when it comes to Twinkle. And God, I want to call her Tinkle throughout this review.
You know what, fuck it. We’re going to call Twinkle Tinkle because I keep calling the idiot Tinkle in my head throughout the entire duration of reading this shit. Did I mention that I hate this bitch?
Based on that sentence alone, you can tell I’m not in a good mood. Honestly, I felt frustrated throughout the entire reading process. This was just not an enjoyable experience to read.
Usually, I am a fan of first person more than third person, but this is one case where first person did not work. In fact, I actually preferred Menon’s first book which was in third person-that is a rarity for me.
Tinkle and I just did not get along. I couldn’t connect with her. At first I thought maybe it was because the narration sounded really young. I know I’ve addressed this issue in the past in my blog, if it’s really a fault in the novel or not. And in this case, I think it is. I just had a hard time believing that a character with this maturity level was capable of being in a relationship and for that matter completing a movie. She sounded at most she should’ve been twelve. Actually, come to think of it, I know twelve year-old’s with better social skills than Tinkle. Again did I mention I hated Tinkle….
On paper, what Tinkle discusses throughout the book are good things. I like books that discuss gender issues and diversity, but the gender issues was really more or less just randomly dropped a couple of times and that was it. More of less, it was just used to give Tinkle’s movie original and give it credence and it annoyed me. Especially since there was so much sexist behavior going on with the love interest, who even though he says he’s a feminist is just really an “Actually” guy.
God, I hate those fuckers.
Sahil gets pissed because Tinkle because she thought her secret admirer was his brother not this random dude who obviously has a crush on her. And it’s like her fault for thinking this and as a result we get the thirty page boo hoo scene of how it’s all Tinkle’s fault her life is shit.
Well, it might be in part but Sahil and Maddie are fucking idiots too.
I’ll get to the Maddie mess in a minute, after I eat some more of this watermelon sorbet infused with saki I made. I need something to get this vile shit fest out of my head.
Okay, so yeah Sahil is a dick who has an inferiority complex because of his identical twin brother and Tinkle is somehow the bad guy. And look, I don’t even want to defend Tinkle throughout all of this because she annoyed the shit out me…but portraying her as wrong in all of this GMAFB.
Anyway, now we’re on to Maddie. If I was actually drinking while writing this review or eating watermelon sorbet I’d be rip roaring drunk right now because the book annoyed me THAT much. That being said, Maddie is a terrible friend, terrible person. Not really much else to say about her than terrible.
Not really much to say about these characters but terrible.
Terrible is the theme of the book, and it doesn’t only apply to characters but plot as well.
This book pretty much is about nothing. However, unlike Seinfeld it fails at perfecting the art full of nothing . I was so, so, freaking bored. This book was a lot of tell and not a lot of show. Really, nothing happened. I was just told that Tinkle was making a movie, and somehow her movie was a success even though the production of it sounded more amateurish than when my AP US History class had to do a video presentation over the 20th century. And that’s saying something.
I just wasn’t impressed…at all. Which is sad, because again I really liked this author’s debut. I just can’t recommend this one without grimacing.
Overall Rating: A C- and THAT’S being generous.