NUMBER OF PAGES: 160
SERIES / STANDALONE: Standalone
HOW I GOT THIS BOOK: Review copy from Kalamos Literary services in exchange for an honest review.
The historical story of Satyavan and Savitri has been told and re-told to ‘inspire’ men and women alike to be committed to the person you love. This story is an adaptation of the tale. Aptly titled, ‘Triumph of Love’, this story is about Savitri who falls in love with Satyavan and stays with him in spite of knowing his fate.
The writers starts off by narrating the circumstances of both Savitri’s and Satyavan’s birth. He then moves on to give glimpse of their childhood and adolescence followed by love life. What follows is the story of a very willful woman’s determination to protect the man she loves. Given that the plot was already told and re-told the writer didn’t have that rein to maneuver around. However, what he had a free rein over was the narration and the characterization. He crafted all the character with utmost care and did do a good job of it. Savitri is portrayed as a strong woman who uses simply uses her common sense properly. Satyavan’s character doesn’t pale out in comparison surprisingly.
The narration however is seems to be stark opposite. Given that the story is rich with characters, the setting could have been elaborated in a better manner. The writer focused on characters and left out the setting making the narration a bit too flat for my taste. In fact, it is common for writers to elaborate about the setting and bore the reader with it. This writer, I felt did the opposite. It felt as if the writer wanted to highlight the traits and virtues of the character instead of the story itself.
MY SAY: For Mythological fiction lovers only.
BOOK LINKS : Goodreads, Amazon
NUMBER OF PAGES: 383
SERIES / STANDALONE: What Doesn't Kill You, #7
HOW I GOT THIS BOOK: Review copy as a part of TBC book tours in exchange of an honest review. Thank you guys :)
Being the 7th book in the series I wondered how this book could be read as a standalone when TBC mailed me about the book. However, the book spoke for itself and I managed to happily finish off the book.
The book starts off with Emily, our protagonist who is a paralegal hanging out in a bar, celebrating the victory of her latest case and client. Just when things seemed fine, a man is murdered and her client is again held responsible for it. Thus follows the tale of Emily’s battle – both professional and personal in solving the case and setting her own life straight.
The first few pages were totally confusing for someone who hasn’t read the previous books. However, that quickly changed as the story progressed. The writer beautifully introduced all characters one by one and also gave them various shades. The introduction was balanced enough not to bore the readers who have read the previous book and at the same time interesting enough for those aren’t following the series. The writing was good and humorous. The plot is paced perfectly with enough twists and turns. Given that the story contained multiple threads of plots, each contributed by various characters, I wondered how the writer was going to tie it all together and give that perfect closure. Undoubtedly, she has gone a good job of it save the final rush. Felt as though the writer was in one great hurry to finish off the book. As a result the climax turned to out to be simply hilarious.
MY SAY: Right mix of a Mystery and Romance
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Hell To Pay
USA Best Book Award-Winning Series, Cross Genre Fiction.
Third book in the Emily series, a spin-off from Katie & Annalise.
Big-haired paralegal and former rodeo queen Emily thinks she’s got her life back on track. Her adoption of Betsy seems like a done deal, her parents have reunited, and she’s engaged to her sexy boss Jack. Then client Phil Escalante’s childhood buddy Dennis drops dead, face first into a penis cake at the adult novelty store Phil owns with his fiancée Nadine, one of Emily’s best friends. The cops charge Phil with murder right on the heels of his acquittal in a trail for burglarizing the Mighty is His Word church offices. Emily’s nemesis ADA Melinda Stafford claims her witness overheard Phil fighting with Dennis over a woman, right about the time Phil falls into a diabetic coma, leaving Nadine shaken and terrified. Meanwhile Betsy’s ultra-religious foster parents apply to adopt her and Jack starts acting weird and evasive. Emily feels like a calf out of a chute, pulled between the ropes of the header and the heeler, as she fights to help Phil and Nadine without losing Betsy and Jack.
She says her first book came out in 2012 and that her latest, Hell to Pay, is the seventh book in the series. The books all have ties to Texas, with “an interrelated cast of kick-ass female protagonists.” She says the novel's heroine (“a former rodeo queen turned paralegal”) returns to her home town in west Texas and discovers an extremist cult has set up shop and is terrorizing the local townsfolk.
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Pamela Fagan Hutchins writes overly long emails, best-selling, award-winning mysteries (WINNER USA Best Book Award, Fiction: Cross Genre, Finalist) and hilarious nonfiction. The Houston Press named her as one of Houston's Top 10 Authors (2014).
She is a recovering attorney and investigator who resides deep in the heart of Nowheresville, Texas and in the frozen north of Wyoming. Pamela has a passion for great writing and smart authorpreneurship as well as long hikes with her hunky husband and pack of rescue dogs, traveling in the Bookmobile, and her Keurig. Visit her at http://pamelafaganhutchins.com or drop her a note pamela at pamelahutchins dot com.
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TALES OF SUNSHINE
(A collection of short stories)
TALES OF SUNSHINE is a collection of ten short stories that bring hope.
âA Ray of Sunshineâ is about young Raj whoâs terribly upset when many people in his team lose their jobs. But is he able to do anything about it?
âA Promise Givenâ is about Sachin, the poor, rich, young man; and the pregnant Aparna.
âLife Goes out of Controlâ is the story where Preeti, an only child, is a bone of contention between her parents.
Rakesh Nath has slogged throughout his life to become rich, to suffer a massive heart attack at 57. Read âRakesh Nathâs Recoveryâ to find out more...
âExam Feverâ is about Renu and her anxious mother, Maya. Renu wants to play truant from studies while Maya is terribly worried about her daughterâs exams.
âUntil Death us do Partâ is the story of Rekha, the 35-year-old COO of an MNC. She finds love or does she?
Ansh adores his grandfather. But his mother Anu is scared of her son spending time with the Alzheimer patient in âIs Grandpa Home?â
The âDaydreaming Mercenaryâ is Reema. She blows up her sister Ritaâs hard-earned money. But are things what they actually seem?
âBreaking Free from the Mouldâ is the most difficult thing as a human. With so much pressure from his Grandma, will Aarush pursue his calling?
âThe Elephant in the Roomâ is in the first person where the poor Nandita talks about her friendship (?) with the rich Shruti.
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Tales of Sunshine is the seventh book authored by Sundari Venkatraman. This book is an anthology of human interest stories. Other published novels by the author are The Malhotra Bride, Meghna, The Runaway Bridegroom, The Madras Affair and An Autograph for Anjaliâall romances. She also has a collection of romantic short stories called Matches Made in Heaven. All of Sundari Venkatramanâs books have been on Amazon Top 100 Bestsellers in India, USA, UK & Australia many times over.
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Perfect for fans of Jojo Moyesâs, Me Before You, My Last Love Story is a heartbreakingly romantic tale about the complexities of trauma and whether love can right a wrong.
I, Simeen Desai, am tired of making lemonade with the lemons life has handed me.
Love is meant to heal wounds.
Love was meant to make my world sparkle and spin.
Love has ripped my life apart and shattered my soul.
I love my husband, and he loves me.
But Nirvaan is dying.
I love my husband. I want to make him happy.
But he is asking for the impossible.
I donât want a baby.
I donât want to make nice with Zayaan.
I donât want another chance at another love story.
Dear Reader, music and mood goes togetherâfor most people, I think. Every novel I write has its own playlist, which would be a combination of songs that I listen to on repeat to set the right mood for the scene, or, the song could simply be the latest hit on the charts that got stuck in my head. Here are the songs I listened to the most while writing My Last Love Story. Itâs a short list, as this book really did not need external factors to get me in the âwriteâ mood. ;) Enjoy!
Tum Hi Ho from - movie Ashiqui 2
Sunn Raha Hai Na Tu â movie Ashiqui 2
Baby Donât Lie â Gwen Stefani
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Dear Readers, thank you for coming along on the My Last Love Story Blog Tour. Hereâs an excerpt to enjoy.
âLove is a dish best served naked.â
As a child, those oft-quoted words of my father would have me rolling my eyes and pretending to gag at what Iâd imagined was my parentsâ precursor to a certain physical act.
At thirty, Iâd long ago realized that getting naked wasnât a euphemism for sex.
Neither was love.
It wasnât my father wording the meme just now but my husband. Nirvaan considered himself a great wit, a New Age philosopher. On the best of days, he was, much like Daddy had been. On the worst days, he was my tormentor.
âWhat do you think, Dr. Archer? Interesting enough tagline for a vlog? What about âBaby in a Petri Dishâ?â Nirvaan persisted in eliciting a response from the doctor and/or me for his ad hoc comedy, which weâd been ignoring for several minutes now.
I wanted to glare at him, beg him to shut up, or demand that he wait in the doctorâs office like he shouldâve done, like a normal husband would have. Khodai knows why heâd insisted on holding my hand through this preliminary checkup. Nothing of import would happen todayâif it did at all. But I couldnât perform any such communication, not with my eyes and mouth squeezed shut while I suffered through a series of uncomfortable twinges along my nether regions.
I lay flat on my back on a spongy clinic bed sheeted with paper already wrinkled and half torn. Legs drawn up and spread apart, my heels dug punishingly into cold iron stirrups to allow my gynecologistâs clever fingers to reach inside my womb and check if everything was A-OK in there. Weâd already funneled through the Pap test and stomach and chest checks. Like them, this test, too, was going swell in light of Dr. Archerâs approving happy hums.
âExcellent, Mrs. Desai. All parts are where they should be,â he joked only as a doctor could.
I shuddered out the breath Iâd been holding, as the feeling of being stretched left my body. Nirvaan squeezed my hand and planted a smacking kiss on my forehead. I opened my eyes and focused on his beaming upside-down ones. His eyelids barely grew lashes anymoreâIâd counted twenty-seven in total just last weekâthe effect of years of chemotherapy. For a second, my gaze blurred, my heart wavered, and I almost cried.
What are we doing, Nirvaan? What in Khodaiâs name were we starting?
Nirvaan stroked my hair, his pitch-black pupils steady and knowing and oh-so stubborn. Then, his face rose to the stark white ceiling, and all I saw was the green-and-blue mesh of his gingham shirtâthe overlapping threads, the crisscross weaves, a pattern without end.
Life is what you make it, child. It was another one of my fatherâs truisms.
Swallowing the questions twirling on my tongue, I refocused my mind on why we were here. Iâd promised Nirvaan weâd try for a baby if he agreed to another round of cancer-blasting treatments. Iâd bartered for a few more months of my husbandâs life. Heâd bartered for immortality through our child.
Dr. Archer rolled away from between my legs to the computer station. He snapped off and disposed of the latex gloves. Then, he began typing notes in near-soundless staccato clicks. Though the examination was finished, I knew better than to sit up until he gave me leave. Iâd been here before, done this beforeâtwo years ago when Nirvaan had been in remission and the idea of having a baby had wormed its way into his head. Weâd tried the most basic procedures then, whatever our medical coverage had allowed. We hadnât been desperate yet to use our own money, which we shouldnât be touching even now. We needed every penny we had for emergencies and alternative treatments, but try budging my husband once heâd made up his mind.
âIâm a businessman, Simi. I only pour money into a sure thing,â he rebuked when I argued.
I brought my legs together, manufacturing what poise and modesty I could, and pulled the sea-green hospital gown bunched beneath my bottom across my half-naked body. I refused to look at my husband as I wriggled about, positive his expression would be pregnant with irony, if not fully smirking. And kudos to him for not jumping in to help me like I would have.
The tables had turned on us today. For the past five years, itâd been Nirvaan thrashing about on hospital beds, trying in vain to find relief and comfort, modesty or release. Nirvaan had been poked, prodded, sliced, and bled as he battled aggressive non-Hodgkinâs lymphoma. Iâd been the stoic spectator, the supportive wife, the incompetent nurse, the ineffectual lover.
And now? What role would I play now?
As always, thinking about our life left me feeling even more naked than I was in the open-fronted robe. I turned my face to the wall, my eyes stinging, as fear and frustration bubbled to the surface. Flesh-toned posters of laughing babies, pregnant mothers, and love-struck fathers hung from the bluish walls. Side by side were the more educative ones of human anatomy, vivisected and whole. The test-tube-like exam room of Monterey Bay Fertility Clinic was decorated in true California beach colorsâsea-foam walls, sandy floors, pearl-pink curtains, and furnitureâbringing the outdoors in. If the decor was meant to be homey, it wasnât having such an effect on me. This room, like this town and even this country, was not my natural habitat, and I felt out of my element in it.
Iâd lived in California for seven years now, ever since my marriage, and I still didnât think of it as home, not like Nirvaan did. Home for me was India. And no matter the dark memories it held, home would always be Surat.
âAll done.â Dr. Archer pushed the computer trolley away and stood up. âYou can get dressed, Mrs. Desai. Take your time. Use whatever supplies you need. Weâll wait for you in my office,â he said, smiling.
Finally, I can cover myself, I thought. Gooseflesh had erupted across my skin due to the near frigid clinic temperatures doctors tortured their patients withâlike a patient didnât have enough to suffer already. Medical facilities maintained cool indoor temperatures to deter inveterate germs from contaminating the premises and so its vast flotilla of equipment didnât fry. I knew that. But knowing it still didnât inspire any warm feelings in me for the âthrong of professional sadists with a god complex.â I quoted my husband there.
Nirvaan captured my attention with a pat on my head. âSee you soon, baby,â he said, following the doctor out of the room.
I scooted off the bed as soon as the door shut behind them. My hair tumbled down my face and shoulders at my jerky movements. I smoothed it back with shaking hands. Long, wavy, and a deep chestnut shade, my hair was my crowning glory, my one and only feature that was lush and arresting. Nirvaan loved my hair. I wasnât to cut it or even braid it in his presence, and so it often got hopelessly knotted.
I shrugged off the clinic gown, balled it up, and placed it on the bed. I wiped myself again and again with antiseptic wipes, baby wipes, and paper towels until the tissues came away stain-free. I didnât feel light-headed. I didnât allow myself to freak. I concentrated on the flow of my breaths and the pounding of my heart until they both slowed to normal.
It was okay. I was not walking out with a gift-wrapped baby in tow. Not today. No reason to freak out.
I reached for my clothes and slipped on my underwear. They were beige with tiny white hearts on themâVictoriaâs Secret lingerie Nirvaan had leered and whistled at this morning.
Such a silly man. Typical Nirvaan, I corrected, twisting my lips.
Even after dressing in red-wash jeans and a full-sleeved sweater, I shivered. My womb still felt invaded and odd. As I stepped into my red patent leather pumps, an unused Petri dish sitting on the workstation countertop caught my eye.
The trigger for Nirvaanâs impromptu comedy, perhaps?
Despite major misgivings about the Hitleresque direction my life had taken, humor got the better of me, and I grinned.
Silly, silly Nirvaan. Baby in a Petri dish, indeed.
About the Author:
Falguni Kothari is an internationally bestselling hybrid author and an amateur Latin and Ballroom dance silver medalist with a background in Indian Classical dance. She writes in a variety of genres sewn together by the colorful threads of her South Asian heritage and expat experiences. When not writing or dancing, she fools around on all manner of social media, and loves to connect with her readers. My Last Love Story is her fourth novel.
GENRE: Fiction - Romance
NUMBER OF PAGES: 224
SERIES / STANDALONE: Standlone
HOW I GOT THIS BOOK: Review copy from the publishers Fingerprint! in exchange for an honest review. Thank you guys!
When this book was released, the social media was buzzing about the writer and her previous book which was strong enough to pick my curiosity. Eventually, Fingerprint! Publishing offered me a copy and I lapped up to the offer.
The story is about a dancer, her lost dreams and love. Our protagonist, Meera, returns home to Mumbai and tries to pick up the lost shards of life. Enter Zoya, her best friend who is this insanely good looking woman who intends to help Meera out. However, Meera has a bigger battle to fight – her lost love is back into her life and her poor form on stage. What follows is her journey of mending her wounded heart and soul.
The writing is simply perfect without the additional drama and masala that the story has immense scope for. The characterization was soulful and realistic. The writer managed to give equal importance to all the characters immaterial of the role they played. My only qualm would be that Abeer’s character – he was simply too perfect. He was this perfect gentleman for a good part of the story. For the torture that Meera subjected him to, he should have been a bit aggressive. Meera’s character however was bang on perfect. It was realistic to the point that I felt I was reading the life story of just another woman rather than a work of fiction. The pacing was quite even with very little twists and turns. The story isn’t exactly unheard of or unique. That said, the writing is what made the book an interesting read. If only the writer had introduced bit more twists and turns! The whole ‘triangle’ part of the story also made the plot interesting to read.
The cover deserves a special mention. It is beautiful and conveys the crux of the story line well. The title has also been quite suitably justified by the story.
MY SAY: Perfect summer read
BOOK LINKS : Amazon
AUTHOR LINKS : Website
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ROYAL ROMANCE, BOOK 1:
THE PRINCE'S SPECIAL BRIDE
Prince Christian has no place in his life for love or for a woman who doesn’t fit into the royal scheme of things. But vivacious Marie steals his heart and puts all he has lived for at stake. When the media gets wind of their affair, he has to make a difficult decision.
Will the unlikely couple have a chance at a happy ending?
About the Author
Almost as soon as Devika Fernando could write, she imagined stories and poems. After finishing her education in Germany and returning to her roots in Sri Lanka, she got a chance to turn her passion into her profession. Having lived in Germany and in Sri Lanka with her husband has made her experience the best (and the worst) of two totally different worlds – something that influences her writing. Her trademark are sweet, yet deeply emotional romance stories where the characters actually fall in love instead of merely falling in lust. She draws inspiration from everyone and everything in life. Besides being a romance novel author, she works as a self-employed German web content writer, as a translator, and as a faithful servant to all the cats, dogs, fish and birds in her home. What she loves most about being an author is the chance to create new worlds and send her protagonists on a journey full of ups and downs that will leave them changed. When she’s not writing, she’s reading or thinking about writing.
Marie blinked some more, her feet automatically carrying her close. “What…what are you doing here?” Belatedly, she curtsied and added a weak “Your Highness”, remembering that they were not alone.
His smile widened. For a moment, he seemed to be drinking her in, his gaze roving appreciatively over her body clad turquoise capris and a white polo shirt. She felt his gaze like a physical caress, driving her out of her mind, increasing the heat.
“This is my family’s property. Surely I have a right to be here,” he joked mildly. For a moment, it looked like he wanted to touch her, but his hand fell back down to his side, clenching into a fist once.
“Yes,” she replied, still dazed. “But you’re a crown prince, not a winemaker.”
He laughed, and the sound traveled straight to her heart. “That is correct, but I do know a thing or two about wine. My duties encompass everything concerned with my kingdom.”
She nodded. Of course. And wasn’t that what made him the perfect regent? His interest in anything and everything, his willingness to learn and his readiness to get his hands dirty?
He ushered her into the building, her entourage trailing behind and exchanging looks.
“I came here this morning with the dignitaries from England and Germany to give them a private tour.” Christian raked his hands through his hair, as if the time spent with them hadn’t exactly been fun. “My sister told me you’d end up here sooner or later, otherwise I’d have traveled through the region, visiting some other vineyards and villages.”
Marie swallowed. So he’d stayed behind because of her. She felt thrilled and anxious at the same time. As keen as she was on every minute spent with him, this would lead nowhere and should not even get a chance to bloom. Why nurture something that was doomed to be cut off at the stem before it could blossom?
Are you ready?????
GENRE: Fiction – Romance
NUMBER OF PAGES: 363
SERIES / STANDALONE: Standalone
HOW I GOT THIS BOOK: Review copy from the writer in exchange for an honest review. Thank you Bragadeesh.
The promise of a simple love story from the blurb enticed me to pick up the book when the writer approached me. He also published a sample from the book before it was released. I read the sample and found his writing to be simple and quite natural.
Narrated by one of the protagonist, Jai, 300 days is the story of Jai and Sravani who meet during a trek. It is love at first sight for Jai. He pursues her as a friend. What follows is a tale of separation and love.
The story as such was like old wine in a new bottle - the “new” version of the bottle being technological advancement in the form of GTalk conversations and mails. Like aged wine, the story had enough fruitiness to it but the flavor is subtle, making you feel all warm and fuzzy. Jai courted Sravani properly like a gentleman and reading that part of the story was an absolute delight. Platonic love narrated eloquently is the selling point of this book.
Narration & Characterization
The writing was simple and neat. However, there were glaring proofreading errors in the copy that was given to me. The writer brought in this authentic feel to the story with minimal infusion of local language. He did use a couple of Telugu phrases here and there, but that is aptly justified by the context. The narration consistently bordered rambling. Given the consistency, I realized that the writer intended it to be this way as it was written from the perspective of a character who was obviously in love and pain. Initially, I didn’t like it, but the sheer beauty of a platonic love being narrated surpassed that uncomfortable feeling. The characterization was perfect with regards to Jai and Sravani. I felt the writer really didn’t do justice to Chris’s, Sindhuja’s and of that Jai’s parent’s character. I get that this is Jai’s and Sravani’s story, yet I would have preferred a bit more of depth to those characters.
The cover deserves a special mention – It is absolutely beautiful with no image or graphic but just a shade of blue which I love.
MY SAY: A proper romance read.
BOOK LINK : https://www.amazon.in/300-Days-Novel-Bragadeesh-Prasanna-ebook/dp/B01F4WG7B4?ie=UTF8&keywords=300%20Days&qid=1465032895&ref_=sr_1_1&s=books&sr=1-1
GENRE: Non – Fiction
NUMBER OF PAGES: 224
The transition from being a college student to a corporate is indeed an important milestone in the life of any individual. From personal experience it is indeed a true fact that college education doesn’t really impart the skills essential to survive cut throat competition in a corporate. All education does is impart knowledge but not skills to enough to have a comfortable entry. This book can truly serve as a perfect guide for fresh graduates to hone their interpersonal skills and give a perfect insight on how a corporate actually works.
The writer has divided the book into three parts, each elaborating on topics ranging from dress codes, to body language, to climbing the corporate ladder. He has explained various simple nuances of a working environment with snippets of example. The first part – Ready – focuses on the initial part of the transition like dress codes, work ethics and body language. This part gives that initial and much needed dose of reality of graduates.
The second part – Steady, is intended for a mid-level employee to root his/her standing and climbing the corporate ladder. The writer has perfectly elaborated the need to have a work life balance and has emphasized the need to distinguish between friendships and a professional relationship. Also, ways to sustain performance by having that game on attitude has been explained precisely.
The third part – Go! – The final section of the book elaborates the traits and characteristics to cross that mid-level management. The writer has fleshed out the previous part well by explaining the crucially of being visible to the top management. The writer has thoroughly stressed out the importance of creating a positive work culture and being a leader by example.With enough anecdotes and examples, this book is surely an eye-opener for fresh graduates.
While I do agree that this is one unique attempt in enabling fresh graduates to enjoy the transition from college to corporate, there is one unintended consequence - Spoon-feeding. What is to be learnt from lessons of life shouldn't really be learnt by reading a book for the sake of 'experience'.
MY SAY: Eye-Opener
Note : This is a commissioned review. Any monetary compensation doesn't imply honesty is being compromised. Doesn't make a difference to people like me who always speak their mind.
GENRE: Fiction – Thriller / Dystopian
NUMBER OF PAGES: 304
SERIES / STANDALONE: Standalone
HOW I GOT THIS BOOK: Review copy as a part of iRead Book tours in exchange of an honest review. Thank you guys!
A Blogger who ends up opening a can of worms when he blogs about the grand plot to cleanse the country of people who are branded as undesirable – The perfect recipe for the perfect dystopian story isn’t it? Read on, know my thoughts about the book
The plot as such was interesting and to a certain extent shocking. The writer has simply amplified the current world political scenario and has made it look worse. Power hungry business man, whistleblowers, surveillance program, riots – all these reminded me of just one person – Edward Snowden. The story was a snowden-ish take on corruption and that insatiable hunger for power by the act of invading private space of people. At one point, the whole plot seemed too similar to the political climate which was prevalent when Hitler went to war. It is evident from the sequence of events, that the writer knows his history and has immense interest in politics.
Narration and Characterization
The narration alternated between being remarkable and falling flat. An apt example would be the opening part when Matt turns paranoid about being followed – this was written remarkably well while the part where the writer narrates as to how Matt actually stumbled upon Cleansweep sort of deadpanned for me. However, I felt the writer was in a great hurry to open the can of worms. The plot lost steam and was hanging in there thanks to those Ad-Hoc meets and Old School interactions. I felt the writer could have avoided that. What started as a nail biting thriller didn’t end that way. The writer certainly got the characterization right. He ensured to describe each character vividly immaterial of the role they played.
MY SAY: True Blue Dystopian
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