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Book Review : If It's Not Forever (JustMyThoughts)

 If It’s not forever.. 

- by Durjoy Dutta and Nikita Singh

                ( Authors)


“If it’s not forever, it’s not love” is a love-thriller by Durjoy Dutta and Nikita Singh, published in 2012.

The story starts when the main protagonist Deb finds a half-burnt diary after 07/09/2011 Delhi High Court Blast, which mentions the initials of its owner R.D. The plot is super thriller and keeps hold of the reader till the last page.The protagonist,  Deb, is so terrified by the blast and the incidents that succeeded, that he ends ul making the decision of scouting down the owner of the Diary. The few initial chapters provide the readers to get familiar to the writer’s writing style and hence it feels adapted to read the novel and enjoy the turn of events to the fullest.



“The novel is not solely about lost love, but of course lost lovers.”

 The concluding chapters of the novel turns the readers spine cold. The authors provide numerous twists and turns regarding characters, plots and last but not the least, Emotions. One never fails to avoid the variety of emotions that lay spread while venturing through the story.

Certain part of the novel deals with the drug abuse by one of the female protagonist Ragini and attempt of another main character, (often abbreviated as RD and mainly referred by the author as “The dead man”),  to keep Ragini away from drugs, taking lessons from his own past.(with reference to the story within the diary of R.D)

Moreover, the novel has been written in simple language and provides the best option for beginners in reading.

It is one of the best depictions from transition of Deb from a not-so-interesting and monotonous life to something which is completely unpredictable.

Sometimes left unnoticed, there is use of an abstract psychological trick by the authors to have a greater impact of the emotions. Do try and find if you happen to notice it and get moved by it.

Another book review of a book by Durjoy Dutta-

When Only Love Remains

She Broke Up, I Didn't

Reviews of other , beautiful read-

The Rule Breakers

9 Chambered Heart

Something I Never Told You

It Happens For a Reason



Thank you 

ANU.

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