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Book Review: Someone Like You (JustMyThoughts)

 Someone Like You

      -  by Nikita Singh and Durjoy Dutta (Authors)


“Someone like you” written by Nikita Singh and Durjoy Dutta

is a college-life romantic novel.

The story starts with its protagonist Niharika, a girl picturized

as nerd initially and a Stay-away kind of girl who ends up

falling in love.

                                                ( from Google Images)


When ignorant about love, its hard for a person to

differentiate between love and lust or the right person from

the wrong one. The people who appear to be caring are the

ones causing bad -luck which gets ignored in the name of

‘trust’ on that person where as the person who actually cares

is usually left unnoticed.

The book develops in the reader some encouragement for

football as it comprises of the major part of the novel. The

book forms its plot in an Engineering college whose football

team’s fate gets completely changed on arrival of some

junior players one of whom is guided by person-not-in-team.

The novel presents the transformation journey of Niharika

through various roads including that of loss of friend,

unwinding the cause of loss and moving on from the loss.

Written in simple language its going to be a simple read and

its connectivity to readers keep them turned on until the end.


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Thank you.

ANU.

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