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Book Review: The Activist and the Capitalist, by Vibha Batra

They say opposites attract, and perhaps none more so than the protagonists in this book, Anusha and Jai. If the former is an introvert who takes time to gel with people one-on-one, the other likes to take the lead and talks and mingles easily with people. The book starts off when Anusha and Jai meet again years after they first met.

Anusha and her team are trying to protect the site that Jai and his company are looking to develop. Though they clash on that front, the old spark is still there and they find that. But when their aims are clashing, they’re sure to find obstacles in the path of love. The novel looks to see how they overcome that.

What I liked in the book was the character sketching. The main characters have more depth than just being introvert or taking the lead. When looking to get her goals, Anusha is quite vocal, and when she’s down in the dumps, the escape vent she chooses is quite interesting. Similarly, the work focused Jai also ensures he doesn’t have a big ego and spends time with Anusha. The banter between them is sweet, and well written. It felt real.

With any story, the first impression is made by the title. I didn’t quite like the title. It felt like a non-fiction title than a romance one to me. The start is a bit oddly paced but thankfully, not one that jars a lot. I also wished to know more of the past, though their story plays in the present.

I wouldn’t say it’s the best I’ve seen from the Indireads locker, but definitely an enjoyable romance fiction.

The Bookworm Rates This: 3/5
The Bookworm Rates This: 3/5
Book Details
Title: The Activist and the Capitalist
Author(s): Vibha Batra Genre: Romance
ISBN/ASIN: B00WJ12AJC Publisher: Indireads
No. of Pages: 208 Price: INR. 150

Indireads gave me a copy of the book for review. The views expressed here are my own, frank and uninfluenced.

(© 3rd May 2015)



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