I loved this, others didn't, but it would be a boring world if everyone felt the same about a book. Having lived in India I am very drawn to its stories, real and not so real. There is something about the place that gets under your skin, and you never get enough of its complexity, its saturation of colour, smell, food, chaos, marrying spirituality with 21st living and demands, the tragedy and the relentless levels of energy expended in living and actually surviving. This novel is all of these things and more. It has tragedy, horror, corruption coming out of every pore, brutality, but it also has hope, compassion, kindness, loyalty. The plot is really quite outrageous - the basic workings of an Agatha Christie transported to the ostentatious lifestyles of the wealthy and wannabes in Delhi. A murder ha taken place at a party hosted by a most unpleasant young man who has just been acquitted of a murder. There are six suspects - as diverse as you could possibly get - and in true Christie fashion they all have a motive. Or do they. Although the main focus of the story is in Delhi, the reader gets taken on a whirlwind tour to many places in India including Lucknow, Kolkata, Kashmir, Bengaluru, Chennai, the Andaman Islands. There are temples, terrorist hideouts, beautiful homes and truly deprived ones. Yes the story may be a bit far fetched, and too many reviewers have focused on how unauthentic the American character is, but for me, this is India, and I loved it. And as with everything in India, a place always full of surprises, the ending is surprising too.