I did not enjoy this book and struggled to complete it. Even though the story was promising and had so many perspectives that could have been explored, every character was one dimensional and every incident was too on the nose for me. The characters were completely unlikable; there was not a single character that you could sympathise with, not even the boy to whom the incident happened. Dialogues read as if they were a script that had to be memorised and retold. The mother in this book finally fell into the same category as all Indian mothers do, blaming herself for her deficiencies in parenting and defaulting to the role of the person who had to keep everything together. The author leaned heavily into stereotypes to work out the complexity in the fabric of American society, introducing new complexities from the Indian landscape into the mix, and thus defeated her whole purpose in writing this book.