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The Belated Bachelor Party by Ravinder Singh

 The Belated Bachelor Party


 

 

This was sixth and the worst book from Ravinder Singh that I have read so far. The story does not make any sense whatsoever. Just a bunch of immature married friends get together after almost ten years of graduating from college. But the stuff they do the things they say and discuss are completely disgusting and juvenile.    

    Despite of being married for at least a couple of year they behave more immature that a fifteen years old boy. The story was tooooo shallow. Ravinder Singh is Indian so I never had higher expectation from him when it comes to vocabulary. But his stories are usually really good  except this one. I don't know what happened to him. My guess is he run out of ideas. After all how many stories can you write while being stuck in one of the most populated cities on earth. 

I am so disappointed that i can't even recommend this book for other people. Do not read this book. never EVER. 

rEDD Something Else


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