Well here I am, on my desk, trying to write a review for this book called “Honour for a Ransom” I just finished reading. Only a few moments have gone by and I am still looking at the book which is lying just by my side on the very same desk and seems like I am still in that world which the author created. He left no stone unturned to make this story wonderful. The way it has been written, the use of amazingly accurate grammar, which is clearly rare in today’s times and of course the most beautiful thing about this book is that it makes you a witness. A witness to all the drama that’s happening.
Author’s writing has such tremendous powers that it seemed as if all the characters were brought to life for real. I could picture everything clearly. In fact it wouldn’t be wrong to say that I was even able to develop a face for everyone, be it Dilawar or Kartar or Nihal or even Sukkha.
When my dad asked about what was I reading, I told him that it’s a tale that’s mostly set up in Phagwara and belongs to the time in which he was born, he borrowed the book from me for a moment, flipped through a few pages and while giving it back to me, he said “Give it to me when you’re done reading it”
So now, as I am writing this review, he is sitting right beside me with his spectacles on his nose and too much involved inside the pages, least bothered about the fact that my mother had to re-heat his tea twice, for he just simply forgot about the same.
In the end, I’d keep it simple and just say that it’s an excellent book with an amazing tale to tell. This is understandable that when we read a book, it stays with us for our life. I am happy that I read this one.
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