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From Twinkle, with Love
by Sandhya Menon
Twinkle has stories she wants to tell the world, if only someone would listen. Then Sahil offers her a tremendous opportunity: to enter the school’s film festival. With Sadhil by her side, Twinkle finally gets her chance to shine. But, around her, life is crumbling: Mummy is absent, Papi is busy with his job, her best friend has found new friends, and her crush doesn’t even know she exists. But the movie? It is falling together – and so do the pieces of her life. Well, until they don’t.
Straight up honesty: I much, much preferred When Dimple Met Rishi. I delayed reading this title because, just prior to Twinkle’s release I had read an ARC of My So-Called Bollywood Life and they sounded so, so, so similar that I just could not bring myself to read Twinkle no matter how much I had loved Dimple. And, yes, the titles were similar. Like, scary similar.
While I liked Twinkle and Sadhil, Twinkle annoyed me quite a bit. I was getting very frustrated as a gal who seemed confident in who she was took a big stumble back into the world she detested, the world to which she had lost her best friend. And, the fact that I knew this was going to wrap up with a nice, neat little bow just frustrated me rather than relieve me. I mean, come on? Hannah?
I did enjoy the format of the letters to female directors. It sent me scrambling to IMDb more than once to see which films that unfamiliar names were connected to. Interesting that I did indeed know them all: if I didn’t know their name, I did know their work.
This one was just too sticky sweet for me. But I do recognize the tremendous audience that this author is reaching and I do love that the cast of her books are not glaringly Caucasian. It is so nice to have stories more representative of the melting pot our world has become – and I can picture dozens of my teen library patrons who are going to be thrilled to see THEMSELVES on the cover of a book!
Straight up honesty: I much, much preferred When Dimple Met Rishi. I delayed reading this title because, just prior to Twinkle’s release I had read an ARC of My So-Called Bollywood Life and they sounded so, so, so similar that I just could not bring myself to read Twinkle no matter how much I had loved Dimple. And, yes, the titles were similar. Like, scary similar.
While I liked Twinkle and Sadhil, Twinkle annoyed me quite a bit. I was getting very frustrated as a gal who seemed confident in who she was took a big stumble back into the world she detested, the world to which she had lost her best friend. And, the fact that I knew this was going to wrap up with a nice, neat little bow just frustrated me rather than relieve me. I mean, come on? Hannah?
Spoiler
Do you know ONE mean girl who would do what she did? Who would admit she was WRONG? Who would apologize and offer a truce? Is it a desirable outcome? Well, yes. But it just doesn’t happen! Not any mean girl I’ve ever known. They haven’t seen the light and I never saw them grow a heart.I did enjoy the format of the letters to female directors. It sent me scrambling to IMDb more than once to see which films that unfamiliar names were connected to. Interesting that I did indeed know them all: if I didn’t know their name, I did know their work.
This one was just too sticky sweet for me. But I do recognize the tremendous audience that this author is reaching and I do love that the cast of her books are not glaringly Caucasian. It is so nice to have stories more representative of the melting pot our world has become – and I can picture dozens of my teen library patrons who are going to be thrilled to see THEMSELVES on the cover of a book!