Some mysteries begin with a dead body. Others begin with a whisper. Unicorns in the City by Deepti L. Sharma begins with something far more unsettling — a child’s quiet secret. While reading this book, I found myself smiling at the innocence of the moment and yet feeling a subtle unease creeping in. A little girl, Gullu, casually mentions that her best friend’s grandmother has been murdered. But when her mother, Karishma Singh, tries to know more, the conversation hits a
What does it mean to race against time—not metaphorically, not poetically, but in the brutal, breath-snatching, pulse-in-your-throat way where every second could save a life or end one? I asked myself that question somewhere around 2 a.m., sitting alone with a cup of ginger tea gone cold, unable to put Jeffrey Archer’s End Game down. It’s funny how books sometimes choose their own reading conditions: silence outside, a faint hum of the ceiling fan, and a story that refuses to
