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I don't think I can really write a review of a memoir, so I'll just say that this was fun. I listened to the audiobook narrated by Priyanka and while I do know the important events of her life story, it was exciting to know about some of the background stuff. I particularly enjoyed getting to know more about the Miss India and Miss World pageants. Also her small tidbits about the inner workings of Bollywood were interesting.
Overall, I enjoyed this one and as always, her love for her father and how much she misses him comes through very clearly.
You all have a friend who so much likes to recount his/her entire life story to you with all the petty details at the first chance they get. This friend never consider if there is anything that's interesting or relatable to you in their life. Well, this book that friend.
rating- 5/5
i've read quite a few biographies and memoirs, but this one stuck with me for some reason. i love the impromptu writing, her way of making things seem so simple. i've always admired Priyanka so i knew i had to read the book, but i didn't know just how much i would enjoy it.
unfinished gives the reader an insight on Priyanka's early life and career. the book talks about her journey from being a tiny little girl to a confident and established woman. a number of things that stand out in this book, for me are:-
first: the chapter about losing her dad and the depression that followed. the description of her grief and how it affected her, helped me a lot. the following quote is from the same chapter and is something i still come back to, days after reading the book.
“For me, one of the hardest things to accept in life is that control is an illusion. I hate that I can't control what happens in my life, but I can't. Loss happens. Failure happens. Sorrow happens. I can't always control where I'm headed, either. Sometimes sadness is the destination, whether or not it's where I want to go. During my time there I had to learn to trust that I was visiting for a reason, but that it would not be my permanent place of residence, my forever state of being. That, like water, I would flow past it eventually and end up where I was meant to be.”
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