Wednesday, 12 October 2016

BOOK REVIEW: A Window Seat by Vishala Katta


When a dying corporate professional escapes into a train to somewhere, he finds himself become a storyteller of old mythological tales. Tagging along is ten year old Hari who is looking for his parents he lost in the trains. Together their adventures lead them to debating with priests, dancing with eunuchs, sharing meals and conversing casually about death with random strangers. A runaway wife tags along with these annoying mavericks. Taking her first train she is all ready to be an actress. That night, what begins as a harmless conversation changes their fate completely. What makes them hold on to each other for longer? Do they find what they were looking for? What happens when they bump into each other few years later? But do all of them make it alive? A window seat is all about those conversations with strangers that seem to change you unknowingly

BOOK REVIEW:-  I was given a complimentary copy of this book from the publisher, in exchange for an honest review. I expected a lot from this book .The first look give me a feeling to read it as soon as possible.

The cover design of the book is just magnificent.

The title of the book is apt,which suites according to the story.
The main characters of the book are Stalin ,Hari ,Kuhu.
The little boy ( Hari) balanced himself, Stalin minded his own business. Stalin, a young corporate professional who on finding he has only a few months to live, embarks on a journey in search of a miracle, and Hari, a boy of about ten who has been lost on a platform and seeks his parents.

In between there are anecdotes and a touch of Indian Mythology.

I felt boring in between, the description given in the story could have been reduced. I think the story is stretched a lot which didn't made any meaning .The writing style was not much impressive.

I would Rate this book as follows :-
Book Cover - 4/5
Editing - 4/5 
Blurb - 4/5
Book Quality (Typing, Word Setting, Fonts) - 4/5 
Story - 3.5/5

Overall - 3.5/5

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