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Book Review: Stand by Me ( JustMyThoughts)

 Stand By Me

        -Sudeep Nagarkar ( Author)


 What can you guys make out from the title of book, is it something like a  story of hurtings and dismay which at last gets resolved by  some person having an angel-like-role in our life which gives the story a new beginning  like  soothing sunrise after the darkest hours of dawn.!? 

Well, you went wrong at the latter part. 

It is a story which begins with loss which then proceeds by the begin of hunt to reveal all the secrets underlying the silence of the dead .

                     ( from google images)

    There is a constant conflict between the characters to choose for who to trust and who not to. With these emotions, the characters also struggle to get out of trap when they are guilty to be somehow, the reason of death of Ruhi.The story starts with the death of Ruhi, sister of the male protagonist Kartik  and from here, the story takes continuous turns as the readers continues with the tale  experiencing sense of loss with the beautiful nostalgia  about the person.

With sense of losing a loved one, people breakdown but when you have someone to be there for your emotional support, when there is someone to stand by you , it's a satisfying feeling to know that you are never alone.😀😄 ( Guys, do share your worries with anyone who understands you  . It becomes easier to deal with the issue when you and your supporters are in the struggle together.)

The story puts forward the views of every character . As the story proceeded the doubt of culprit for the murder/suicide  shifts from one person to another, every allegation have a reason for its existence . There are times/ events when best of relationships are under doubt , what would be your reaction to it !?

Not missing an important point, an event of the book also describes when a human is in emotional need, even resolving long-ago mishappenings  and laying down the grudges could give way for a new chance to continue the forgotten / broken relationships.

It is the story of love of siblings who are  able to support each other at their most vulnerable times.  Yes , they fall week at times but standing up for each other needed courage which happened to be the best of essence of the book ( according to me ).

The language written is captivating and I would prefer the readers to finish it , experience the whole thing in one go as I read it in fragments and I wish I would have done it the other way.

Some of the lines that I loved are ::

  • Where once lay emptiness and despair, there was now a spring of hope.
  • The winds of doubt were tearing every withered leaf from the tree of Kartik’s heart.
  • But where do you run when you’re being chased by your own soul.
  •  Accepting that life is difficult makes it easier to deal with hard times. However, having a support system eases hardships.
  • When you lose someone you love, it’s like losing a part of yourself forever. That portion of you simply can’t be restored, and there are some days when you just can’t stop thinking about them. The more you try not to, the more you are pulled into the memories you had shared. 
  • Can you imagine the feeling of something so utterly repulsive moving over your skin that you have to scrape it off immediately.

In short  it's a murder mystery which do gets solved but who is the culprit ,  wont be revealed here.😉

More book reviews

If its not Forever, Its not Love

The Rule Breakers

When only Love Remains 

Expelled ( James Patterson)

Coraline

Thank you 

ANU.

Comments

  1. SThankiMarch 13, 2021 at 9:27 PM

    Your connection with readers is on point, but I would just like you to have more information about the book, as a murder mistry is quite enough to engage more readers...

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