It's been awhile since a book really affected me as much as The Unlikely Adventures of the Shergill Sisters. I had read the author's Erotic Stories for Punjabi Widows a few months back and have been meant to pick this one up. I was looking for something from my to-read list the other day and decided to grab this one from the library.
In the novel, the three Shergill sisters are reunited after their mother's death. In her final request to the three girls, she asked them to return to India, together, to follow an itinerary to bring them closer to their heritage and to each other. Each sister arrives with her own secret that the other two know nothing about as they attempt to navigate the trip together.
But why am I still so deeply affected? The youngest sister's story. The misogyny. The abuse. The patriarchy. The chauvinism. The preference for sons. Every last bit of it had my hands shaking, mostly because I know her story isn't that far off from what some women have to live. So while it was a good read and a worthwhile story, it left me very very upset. I'm going to need some tea and a light read after this, because I'm not done processing it all.
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