My first tiff with this book is with the publisher for yet another "white washed" model instead of an Indian woman – actually it's not even washed, it's blatantly Anglo-Saxon. Can't authenticity for once just overrule marketing's apparent beliefs that non-white models don't sell so well? I'm sure other Asians and ethnic minorities would agree. This is INSULTING.

Having said all that, I really liked the premise of this book, but it seemed restrained. It was very readable but the angst and passion just didn't feel genuine. I think touching more on the cultural divide would have been better than the "woe-is-me-beccause-I'm-a-Wolfe" arc.