A review by siria
The Lost Flamingoes of Bombay by Siddharth Dhanvant Shanghvi

1.0

I couldn't manage to finish this book. The prose is terrible, full of sexual metaphors so appallingly awful that it seemed as if the book had been written by an immature 12 year old desperate for attention. Feeling wary after the first chapter, I flipped forward through the book to find: "Glee dripped out of Natasha like precum"; "smugness blasted out of her face like a fart”; “Priya had a crusty librarian’s voice, one that could only be relieved by a dildo." All are phrases that certainly got my attention, but only by pointing towards the author's lack of talent, sexism, and transphobia (there's a line about a drag queen that just... ugh). Avoid.