When Dimple Met Rishi is the antidote to all that - cute and sweet, but with enough depth to not be irritating. A lot of the books I usually read feature unexpected (or expected) character deaths, or stressful situations, or characters coping with losing a parent (this particular trope keeps popping up unexpectedly since losing a parent myself last year, and I’m not a fan! Publishers, take note). Reading something comforting in bed with a hot water bottle was the only activity I could bear, and luckily When Dimple Met Rishi delivered in spades. I read this book at the perfect time: at the end of a particularly trying week, on the first day of a particularly nasty bug.
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