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srijoninandy 's review for:
Dava Shastri's Last Day
by Kirthana Ramisetti
First impression: The illustration of the woman on the cover of the book totally resembles Rekha, hai na?😆
Dava Shastri is an Indian-American woman (more American than Indian tbh), whose claim to fame is her philanthropy. She amassed a huge fortune, by making some good investments and worked on creating of legacy of giving. A self-made woman, Dava has always worked on reaching her true potential, and refused to be just a footnote on anyone else's story.
In the process, she might not have embraced motherhood in the traditional sense of the word. Something, which are kids never forget to bring up every now and then.
And her kids, oh how I hated them. A bunch of snobby rich adults-behaving-like-children, who never had to struggle for anything in their lives, and all they do is just complain. While reading, I felt like going into the book and smacking them across their faces for all the whining.
I had stretched out this book for over a month and a half, and this slow reading process made me feel like I was actually staying with the Shastri-Perssons in the Beathrix Island. This is something I rarely get to feel as I am always in a hurry to finish off books (because there are so many good ones out there and this lifetime is too short to get through all the books).
Overall, the book was okayish. The constant whining got to me at times. Also, the Indian-ness of Dava was only reflected in her naming of her kids. I would have appreciated if it had reflected in her music taste as well (Dava's life was heavily influenced by music and music is a recurring theme throughout the book).
Apart from this, I really appreciated how Ramisetti navigated through complicated topics of working-mother and the challenges and public perception of a woman for just being herself.
Dava Shastri is an Indian-American woman (more American than Indian tbh), whose claim to fame is her philanthropy. She amassed a huge fortune, by making some good investments and worked on creating of legacy of giving. A self-made woman, Dava has always worked on reaching her true potential, and refused to be just a footnote on anyone else's story.
In the process, she might not have embraced motherhood in the traditional sense of the word. Something, which are kids never forget to bring up every now and then.
And her kids, oh how I hated them. A bunch of snobby rich adults-behaving-like-children, who never had to struggle for anything in their lives, and all they do is just complain. While reading, I felt like going into the book and smacking them across their faces for all the whining.
I had stretched out this book for over a month and a half, and this slow reading process made me feel like I was actually staying with the Shastri-Perssons in the Beathrix Island. This is something I rarely get to feel as I am always in a hurry to finish off books (because there are so many good ones out there and this lifetime is too short to get through all the books).
Overall, the book was okayish. The constant whining got to me at times. Also, the Indian-ness of Dava was only reflected in her naming of her kids. I would have appreciated if it had reflected in her music taste as well (Dava's life was heavily influenced by music and music is a recurring theme throughout the book).
Apart from this, I really appreciated how Ramisetti navigated through complicated topics of working-mother and the challenges and public perception of a woman for just being herself.