by Tanuja Desai Hidier
Not quite sure what I think of this yet. It's very easy to empahtize with the heroine - except on the point of her maddening, narcissistic, selfish best friend. That character had better redeem herself pronto.
I also find myself wishing, as the best friend does, that I had a culture. Which is absurd, because everyone has a culture, but I know what she means - the peering into difference, lived meaningfully by someone you actually know, in their real life, that the child of WASPy professors in the midwest rarely got. The personal level of this story is its most compelling feature to me. That and the line by a side character who says that confusion is good becuase it encourages you to ask questions. And how.
