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Book Review: Something I Never Told You (JustMyThoughts)

 Something I Never Told You

          -By Shravya Binder (Author)


Something I Never Told You is a novel by Shravya Binder. It is narrated by Raunak ( since people think it wasnt a great name, the  narrator called himself Ronnie ) who falls in love with the girl Adira ,who is staying aa a PG at his Nani's place and the story thereafter.



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The best thing that holds a grip of you is the way it has been laid to read. The emotions are described in a so great way. Language is a way to put your feelings into words, right.!?.. You could see that happening in this one. The expressions written were so real , I felt that I could not leave the book ( Guys, I was not up to reading romance but I just couldn't leave this one, after I read The prologue and The Present.)

The tale is about his journey to win over her  and ultimately lose her in a way that he can never come back to her.  I see the story as a tale from heart and regret for all that happened. The fact that it is based on a true story is even heart-shattering.

It's easy to be in love, hard to keep it up.

The story starts when Ronnie has a  argument with the Auto-wallah in morning,  when he us late for a meeting with a new manager, not forgetting to mention that he is a fresher and and knows nothing about working . The story has a great India  feeling as the little things through out the novel when  makes you giggle at time yet , the unexpected end would be devastating.

Do let me know what you think about the book .

More reviews on books by Indian Authors-

When Only Love Remains

She Broke Up, I Didn't

A Hundered Little Flames

Expelled ( James Patterson)

I blogged!!

It is all Imaginary ,Library Dreams



Thank you 

ANU.


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