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Book Review: Life is What You Make it(JustMyThoughts)

 Life is What You Make it

           - By Preeti Shenoy (Author)


(Have you guys ever felt sad for no reason at all. Talking helps , guys. Do not let this sadness get built inside you. Do talk to at least 1 bestie friend you feel that you can confide in. If you have more than one trustable one to confide, you are a lucky Chap.)

                   (From google images)


Getting to the book, the protagonist Ankita is a young girl entering college, an interesting and enthusiasm-filled  stage . The story deals with her relationships during school, her undergraduate college and later , in her MBA college. The things keep on making and breaking, which leads Ankita is a very delusional stage/situation.

She starts to suffer from Depression, where the cause wasn't clear.She feels lost to a very gar extent that she attempts to take her own life.

There are many instance describing her and her family's encounter with psychiatrist and her struggles dealing with doctors and the people around her. Albeit everything, Ankita tries and definitely succeeds in recovering , to be back to  normal. It's all about her struggles to make her life what she wanted it to be. 

The  book also deals a bit-much about Bipolar disorder and how sensitive the cases and situations might be. The extreme highs and the extreme lows experience by the people suffering from it.

The book has been written  by Preeti Shenoy. I like her writing style. It is simpler yet  at some stages, I did doubt my vocabulary. It's interesting to focus upon the language/ writing way.

More reviews on books by Indian Authors

Something I Never told you

One Arranged Murder

A Hundered Little Flames   ( by Preeti Shenoy as well )


It Happens for a Reason

She Broke Up,I Didn't



Thank You 

ANU.

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