FOR THE LOVE OF APRICOTS BY MADHULIKA LIDDLE

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BOOK NAME: FOR THE LOVE OF APRICOTS

AUTHOR NAME: MADHULIKA LIDDLE

GENRE: ROMANCE

PUBLISHER: SPEAKING TIGER

BOOK BUY LINK: https://amzn.in/d/9K2y7hk

BOOK RATING: 4/5


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BOOK REVIEW

Forty-year-old Nandini has moved to the small Himalayan town of Mukteshwar at her father’s insistence after suffering heartbreak in Delhi. Independent and outspoken, she starts a homegrown pickle business and successfully turns it into a women’s cooperative. She meets Vikas Joshi, a 32-year-old former IT employee who has called it quits and moved to the same town to take over an apricot orchard. The young widower initially locks horns with Nandini over minor issues, which soon sparks something deeper between them. Nandini never thought she could fall in love again. Yet, she finds Vikas irresistible. Will her fears take over, or will Vikas’s love prevail?


I always keep nagging about not being able to enjoy romance books because of their unbelievable plotlines and cliches. Well, this one didn’t even make me feel any of that. It was a great romance story told subtly and believably. Maybe it’s because the characters in the book are in their thirties and forties, and the kind of love portrayed here feels more mature. There are no love triangles, forced proximity, timid girl x millionaire boss tropes, or other over-the-top drama.


Reading this book was a peaceful journey, not just because of the story, but also because of how beautifully Mukteshwar and the apricot orchards were described. There were so many things I loved in this book including the jams, marmalades, pickles, and chutneys. A Romance blossoming amongst all the things I already loved felt convincing. And more than that, all the characters were relatable and grounded. They were just like you and me, and their story could have been anybody’s as well. 


My only complaint is that the book was a bit too short, so the story felt rushed in parts. But even with all its relatable and everyday elements, this book is a great one if you like romance set in the mountains between two headstrong, quirky characters. Even if you're not a fan of romance, this might just be the book to start with.


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