Midnight at Malabar House

This was absolute trashfire.
First of all, the writer was born in the UK so his views on the hatred that Pakistan and India harbour towards each other being stupid, are invalid. The main character's mother dying in a rally and her just accepting it as her mother being a victim of “circumstance” rather than the fault of the British, is just infuriating. Also the protagonist just ended up liking a white boy, the fuck?
Secondly, the writer is a male and 9/10 times male authors cannot writer female characters for the life of them. The only two categories of women to them are either “pick- me's” or “whores”. This was another one of the cases. And the main character being a woman...well you can just guess how it played out.
Thirdly, 95% of the characters were overweight. The writer conveniently made all of the problematic characters overweight.
The only redeeming quality this book had was that it was easy to read and fast paced. Only slightly better than the Midnight Club.