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The Girl of My Dreams – Review

Review:

The Girl of My Dreams, by Durjoy Datta


Review of The Girl fo my dreams by Durjoy Datta
Author: Durjoy Datta
Price: Rs. 199 /-
Pages: 288
Genre: Thriller
I have first read “If it’s not Forever, then It’s not Love” by Durjoy Datta and loved his books from then on. However, The Girl of my Dreams is a genre change for Durjoy Datta. The book is a Thriller with love and obsession as the central theme.
The book is about the Protagonist, Daman who is facing challenges in life after surviving a deadly car accident. His girlfriend, Shreyasi, was with him in the car and he feels that because he was driving that day and he is guilty of her death.
Daman meets his new girlfriend, Avni who doesn’t like Daman mentioning Shreyasi, his virtual girlfriend in his writings. Even after Avni’s repeated appeal to him to name her instead of Shreyasi, he keeps using his virtual girlfriend’s name. The plot becomes chaotic when Shreyasi comes back to life, the plot becomes interesting when she comes back to life and everyone starts to wonder how can a dead arise to living.
The first half of the book is exciting with the thrill getting unfolded with every page and story getting build and once Shreyasi comes back that’s when the book takes a different turn altogether. The second half is more into how Daman and Avni struggle against evil deeds of Shreyasi.
However, the climax part is something which was unbelievably stretched and blunt. The climax completely fails to amuse me as a reader.
Overall, it was a decent book which was little dragged I don’t know why but other than the climax, I would say the book is must read for Fans of Durjoy’s writings.
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