Oh Shit Not Again: Book Review

I badly wish there was some scheme of negative rating as well just for stuff like this book.

The book is utter rubbish.  I couldn't gather interest myself to read beyond the second page because the writing style is worse than abysmal. You will rather feel  better with schoolchildren's compositions.

I was genuinely afraid that I may end up forgetting whatever  I know of the English language!

The horror begins with the title itself, and I could imagine from the little I subjected myself to - goes on and on until the book somehow mercifully ends.

What kind of self-respecting publisher would even want to consider publishing this one, even with asbestos gloves on? Answer: No one. The publishers of this "National Best-Seller" advertise at the very front of the book that those who want to have their book published can email them and Voila! become a "top-selling" author themselves. 

I don't really know what justification the publisher got to call the book a best-seller. It looks like a big lie. May be a publicity stunt to make buyers actually just pick up the book from the shelf. Or it could be the author himself just bought enough copies to make it a bestseller. The author seriously makes Chetan Bhagat looks like the Messiah of Indian English fiction.

You don't have to use complex words and literary candour to become a good writer. Just you need a story and enough self-conviction and command over the English language to write it. But you do need to have at least the standard of English that a 6th grader English-medium student would.

Do not, I urge again... DO NOT read this book, even out of curiosity to known why people are saying the book stinks. The author wants desperately to ape and becomes the next Chetan Bhagat.

So when you ever notice this book on the shelves in the book stores  just hold your nose, say "oh shit!" and pass on. Life is too short to waste even a few minutes on the book like this.