
One fine day at Champaca Bookstore, I found this book, The Girl Who Kept Falling in Love. Catchy enough to pique my interest, I brought it home. The die-hard romantic in me didn’t touch it for three months, waiting for the right moment. Then one day, I skimmed through the blurb. That was it. It was time.
This is no regular rom-com. I realized that right in the first chapter. But was I disappointed? Not at all. The book felt like that cup of chai you have after years of coffee addiction, and suddenly you’re left wondering why you ever gave it up in the first place. There were many moments where I caught myself thinking, this is what I’ve been wanting to read all along, I just didn’t know it.





