♪ IIIIII’m in the moooooooood ♪ for Fluff! ♪
Although I like most novels and memoirs about India or Pakistan, I tend to avoid the Bollywood-in-print end of that continuum. But Jasmine is about a woman who watches her aunt’s bookshop for a month. So I had to read it.
If you read Sarah Addison Allen’s charming romance Garden Spells, in which an apple tree chucks fruit at Mr. Wrong and rains petals down while wafting heady perfume at opportune moments, you have the concept of this book. The shop has a mind of its own, guarded by Ganesh, the Hindu remover of obstacles, who works in collusion with the ghosts that haunt the place.
A LOT of ghosts haunt this place. There are no surprises in this book. If it were food, it would be cotton candy. PINK cotton candy.
And very well made. Not your clumpy spun sugar, but the smooth, fluffy, cloud of sweetness that dissolves even as you start to taste it. This is a fast read, a light read, fun and fluffy.
I can hear regular readers of this blog thinking, “Yes, okay, but how is the WRITING?”
Practically non-existent. Like that spun sugar, it disappears as you’re reading it. You don’t remember turns of phrase, just the story line. And you can kinda see what’s coming, but that’s party of the pleasantness–anticipation of that next mouthful of dulce ethereal.
You don’t have to own a bookstore to enjoy the inside jokes about books, bookshops, or the customers who frequent them. But if you do, you might laugh at more places than the rest of the world. There are plenty of laughs as Jasmine struggles with her mysterious suitor, her scumbag ex-husband, and her inability to believe that Horatio and co. were right- there are more things under heaven than we might already know about.
Two cotton candy cones up for this pink-lit, chick-lit romance.
This book reminds me of two movies..”The Spice Mistress” and “Chocolat”. If you haven’t watched them, I suggest you do..You’ll enjoy them just as much as you did “Haunting Jasmine”….maybe even more..Johnny Depp plays a wonderful Gypsy. 🙂
We saw Chocolat. I keep meaning to watch The House of the Spirits, because for some reason I get it mixed up with Chocolat a lot. Which may be weird. I don’t know why! :]