The cover might be the best thing about this book. Shalini is a 20-something, privileged woman from Bangalore who can’t reconcile with the reality of her mother’s suicide so goes searching for the Kashmiri salesman who delighted her mother when Shalini was a kid. The politics of the region is inescapable but this rich girl somehow finds herself nestled into a cozy village on the side of a mountain, given the opportunity to teach English at the local school. The story dips and weaves between past and present, but the thickness of the underbrush prevents you from really appreciating the story. You have to hack your way with a machete through the fluff to find the narrative.