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When Dimple Met Rishi: Now on Netflix as 'Mismatched' (English Edition) Kindle-editie
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"Probeer het later opnieuw"
A New York Times bestseller
A Goodreads Choice YA finalist
'Get ready to fall in love with Dimple Shah and Rishi Patel' HelloGiggles
Now on Netflix as 'Mismatched'
Her main aim in life is to escape her traditional parents, get to university and begin her plan for tech world domination.
He's rich, good-looking and a hopeless romantic. His parents think Dimple is the perfect match for him, but she's got other plans...
Dimple and Rishi may think they have each other figured out. But when opposites clash, love works even harder to prove itself in the most unexpected ways.
As joyfully refreshing as Rainbow Rowell, Jenny Han and Nicola Yoon, When Dimple Met Rishi is a frothy, funny contemporary romance told from the dual perspectives of two Indian American protagonists. While Dimple is fighting her family traditions, Rishi couldn't be happier to follow in the footsteps of his parents - could sparks fly between this odd couple, or is this matchmaking attempt doomed to fail?
'Menon wrote an utterly delightful novel and broke my heart by writing an ending because I want nothing more than to keep reading about Dimple and Rishi forever . . . I'm looking forward to it being a huge hit of 2017.' Book Riot
'Funny, warm, and utterly charming . . . Sandhya Menon is a welcome and needed new voice in YA.'Katherine Webber
An ALA 2018 Amelia Bloomer List Selection
An NPR Best Book of 2017
A Buzzfeed Best YA Book of 2017
A Kirkus Best Teen Book of 2017
A School Library Journal Best Young Adult Book of 2017
A Chicago Public Library Best Teen Book of 2017
A Bustle Best YA Novel of 2017
A PopSugar Best Young Adult Novel of 2017
A Paste Magazine Best Young Adult Novel of 2017
A Book Riot Best Book of 2017
A B&N Teen Blog Best YA Novel of 2017
A Summer 2017 Top Ten Indie Next Pick
A Junior Library Guild Selection
"Effervescent." --Chicago Tribune
"Full of warm characters and sweet romance." --Entertainment Weekly
"Get ready to fall in love with Dimple Shah and Rishi Patel." --HelloGiggles
"Deliciously quirky, funny, and nerdy." --Bustle
"Charming and heartwarming." --PopSugar
"Utterly delightful." --BookRiot
"Heartwarming, empathetic, and often hilarious--a delightful read." --Kirkus Reviews, starred review
"A vibrant, joyous, funny love story." --VOYA, starred review
"The strength of the story comes from its blending of Indian culture and values into a modern-day romance that scores of readers can enjoy." --School Library Journal
"Bright and funny." --Publishers Weekly
"Nuanced and thoughtful . . . will melt the hearts of readers." --Booklist--Deze tekst verwijst naar een alternatieve kindle_edition editie.
Fragment. Herdrukt met toestemming. Alle rechten voorbehouden.
Dimple couldn’t stop smiling. It was like two invisible puppeteers, standing stage left and stage right, were yanking on strings to lift up the corners of her mouth.
Okay, or maybe something less creepy. The point was, the urge to grin felt irresistible.
Dimple clicked on the e-mail again and read it. Stanford. She was going to Stanford. Even though the acceptance letter had come in the mail weeks ago, she hadn’t allowed herself to really, fully believe it until her student log-in details had come via e-mail. She’d thought that, at the last minute, Papa would have second thoughts and renege on the deposit. Or that Mamma would call and tell them Dimple had changed her mind (and if you didn’t think Mamma would do something like that, you’d never met her).
But no, it had all actually worked out. Everything was settled. She was officially enrolled.
Now, if only . . .
Dimple clicked over to the other window she had open, her smile fading just a tad.
Insomnia Con 2017:
A fabulous opportunity for rising high school seniors or recent grads! Come learn the basics of web development on the sunny SFSU campus this summer!
Just shut up and take my money, Dimple thought.
But it wasn’t that easy. It would be an incredible opportunity—this was true. She’d have a leg up on everyone else when she started Stanford in the fall. And think of the contacts she’d make! Some of the biggest names in web development had gone through Insomnia Con: Jenny Lindt, for instance. The woman was a genius. She’d basically designed and coded the billion-dollar Meeting Space app and website from the ground up. It made Dimple salivate just to think of sitting through the same classes, participating in the same activities, walking the same campus as she had.
But she didn’t know if she could push her luck with the parental unit.
The summer program cost a thousand dollars. And while Papa and Mamma were solidly middle class, they weren’t exactly flush. Not to mention she’d already stretched her luck about as far as it could go, she was sure, by asking—nay, haranguing—them to let her go to Stanford. She was sure the only reason they had agreed was because they were secretly hoping she’d meet the I.I.H. of her—no, their—dreams at the prestigious school.
I.I.H., for the uninitiated, stood for Ideal Indian Husband.
Uggghh. Just thinking about it made her want to banshee-scream into a pillow.
“Diiiiimpllllle?” Mamma sounded screechy and frantic as usual.
When Dimple was younger, she’d go running downstairs, heart pounding every single time, terrified something awful had happened. And every single time Mamma would be doing something mundane like rummaging in the kitchen cupboard, greeting her casually with, “Have you seen my saffron?” Mamma never understood why it made Dimple so livid.
“Just a minute, Mamma!” she shouted back, knowing full well it would be more than a minute. Dimple now knew better than to rush when she heard her Mamma call. They’d arrived at an uneasy truce—Mamma didn’t have to modulate her tone if Dimple didn’t have to drop everything and rush to her aid for saffron emergencies.
She clicked through the photo gallery on the Insomnia Con website for another five minutes, sighing at the building’s giant glass and chrome structure, at the tech nerds grouped together in inviting clusters, at the pictures of previous, jubilant winners of the legendary talent contest that gave them extra seed money for their apps or websites. Dimple would kill to be one of them someday.
Participants of Insomnia Con were tasked to come up with a concept for the most groundbreaking app they could conceive during their month and a half at the SFSU campus. Although no one could actually code an entire app in that time frame, the idea was to get as close as possible by the judging round. There were rumors that, this year, the winners would get the chance to have their concept critiqued by Jenny Lindt herself. Now that would be epic.
Dimple said a little prayer that she’d win a thousand-dollar lottery, turned off her monitor, adjusted her ratty gray salwar kameez, and made her way downstairs.
• • •
“Woh kuch iske baare mein keh rahi thi na?” Papa was saying. Didn’t she mention this?
Dimple stopped, ears perked. Were they talking about her? She strained to hear more, but Mamma pitched her voice too low, and Dimple couldn’t make out anything else. Of course. When she actually wanted to listen, Mamma decided to be quiet and reserved. Sighing, she walked into the living room.
Was it her imagination or did her parents look a little flushed? Almost . . . guilty? She raised her eyebrows. “Mamma, Papa. Did you need something?”
“Dimple, tell me again about—oh.” The guilty look disappeared as Mamma pursed her magenta lipsticked mouth, taking Dimple’s appearance in. “Wearing specs?” She pointed to Dimple’s glasses, perched on the end of her nose like usual. Mamma’s eyes roamed, squinting with disapproval at Dimple’s unruly black curly hair (which she refused to let grow past her shoulders), her face so completely unadorned with makeup, and sadly, in spite of Mamma’s optimistic naming, nary a dimple in sight.
She should be thankful I brushed my teeth this morning, Dimple thought. But Mamma would never understand Dimple’s aversion to makeup and fashion. Every other week one of the aunties from the Indian Association came over to help Mamma dye her roots black while Papa was at work. He was under the impression she still had her youthful color.
“Where are your contacts? And remember when I showed you how to do kaajal?” Kaajal was the potted eyeliner that was hugely popular in Mamma’s youth, a trend which she apparently hadn’t noticed had died away sometime in the ’70s.
“Vividly,” Dimple muttered, trying to tamp down the annoyance in her voice. From beside Mamma, Papa, ever the peacemaker, was making a surreptitious please let it go face. “I just graduated three days ago, Mamma. Can’t I have this week to relax and be lazy?”
Papa’s face now resembled a roti that had been left in the pan too long.
“Relax and be lazy!” Mamma thundered. Her glass bangles jangled in synchrony. “Do you think you’re going to find a husband by being lazy? Do you think, for the past twenty-two years since marrying your father, I’ve had a minute to myself to be lazy?”
Of course not, Dimple thought. Because you’ve been too busy hovering. She bit her tongue and sank down on the sofa, knowing that once Mamma got started, she’d be at it for a while. It was better to let her talk until the words petered out, like those windup chattering teeth you could buy at the joke store. There were a million things she could say in acerbic response, of course, but Dimple still hadn’t ruled out asking to enroll in Insomnia Con if the opportunity presented itself. It was in her best interest to hold back.
“No, I haven’t,” Mamma continued. “?‘Lazy’ shouldn’t be in a woman’s vocabulary.” Adjusting the violet dupatta on her gold and pink salwar kameez, Mamma settled against the couch. She looked like the brilliant Indian flower Dimple knew she herself would never be. “You know, Dimple, a grown daughter is a reflection of her mother. What do you think others in our community will think of me if they see you . . . like this?” She made a vague gesture at Dimple’s person. “Not that you aren’t beautiful, beti, you are, which is what makes it even more tragic—”
Dimple knew she shouldn’t. But the flare of temper that overtook her made it all but impossible to stop the flood of words leaving her mouth. “That is such a misogynistic view, Mamma!” she said, jumping up, pushing her glasses up on her nose. Papa was muttering something under his breath now. He might’ve been praying.
Mamma looked like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Misogynistic! You call your own mother misogynistic?” Mamma darted an indignant look at Papa, who appeared to be extremely invested in a loose thread on his kurta. Turning back to Dimple, Mamma snapped, “This is what I’m worried about! You lose sight of the important things, Dimple. Looking nice, making an effort . . . these are the things girls value in our culture. Not this”—she made air quotes, which up until now Dimple hadn’t realized she knew how to use—“?‘misogyny’ business.”
Dimple groaned and clutched her head, feeling like that ancient pressure cooker Mamma still used when she made idli cakes. She was sure there was an actual chance she would explode. There was no way she and Mamma were related; they may as well have been two entirely different species. “Seriously? That’s what you think I should be relegating my brain space to? Looking nice? Like, if I don’t make the effort to look beautiful, my entire existence is nullified? Nothing else matters—not my intellect, not my personality or my accomplishments; my hopes and dreams mean nothing if I’m not wearing eyeliner?” Her voice had risen incrementally until it echoed off the high ceilings.
Mamma, caught up in the moment, stood to meet her glare. “Hai Ram, Dimple! It is not eyeliner—it is kaajal!”
Dimple’s temper flashed, the heat tempered only slightly by the dampness of disappointment. This was an argument they’d had so many times, she and Mamma could probably say each other’s lines. It was like they were constantly speaking two different languages, each trying to convince the other in an alien lexicon. Why couldn’t Mamma make the smallest effort to understand where Dimple was coming from? Did she really think Dimple had nothing valuable to contribute besides her looks? The thought made Dimple’s pulse skyrocket. She leaned forward, face flaming, ready to speak her mind about how she really felt—
The doorbell chime echoed through the house, bringing them to a standstill. Dimple’s heart still raced, but she felt all the million old arguments stall, unspoken behind her lips.
Mamma adjusted her dupatta, which had begun to fall off during the argument, and took a deep breath. “We have guests,” she said demurely, patting her hair. “I trust you will behave for them, Dimple?”
Papa looked at her with big, pleading eyes.
Dimple managed a curt nod, thinking, Saved by the bell, Mamma. You don’t know how lucky you are. --Deze tekst verwijst naar een alternatieve kindle_edition editie.
- ASIN : B06XRK31YW
- Uitgever : Hodder & Stoughton (1 juni 2017)
- Taal : Engels
- Bestandsgrootte : 2888 KB
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- Printlengte : 361 pagina's
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I have to admit, I didn’t really enjoy it. It was an okay YA contemporary, but I had issues with it. A lot of this is probably because of who I am as a person, and the person that I am really doesn’t like reading about domestic abuse. I’m quite sensitive in that regard, I suppose.
My main issue was that Dimple kept punching (or wanting to punch) Rishi. I feel like I can make slight allowances depending on the setting and situation, but like I said, I’m pretty sensitive to domestic abuse and anything similar. In this situation it was just too much. I am not on board with anyone hitting their love interest. Of course, this doesn’t mean that Dimple and Rishi’s entire relationship is going to be abusive, or anyone is going to suffer from domestic abuse in the long run, but I couldn’t deal with the punching out of anger or exasperation.
And did I ship it? No.
That said, the controversial coffee scene was hilarious. If some random guy came up to me in a coffee shop and introduced himself as my future husband, I would also throw coffee at him and run the hell away.
I liked Rishi, although I didn’t relate to him at all because our beliefs are just so different. But he was an interesting character. I also liked it when Rishi’s brother showed up because that added something to the plot that was previously missing. I.e. excitement. Dimple was… yeah. Eh. I wish I could have seen her doing some more coding because I wanted to read about a female coder.
I did really enjoy Dimple and Celia’s relationship, which started out online and then grew to an IRL friendship. There were a few hiccups along the way, but I liked them.
So this isn’t the best book. There’s not much of a plot, it’s very basic YA, but I did enjoy the Indian representation and the few funny scenes that were scattered throughout.
After seeing this all over Twitter, I knew I needed to read it. And I'm glad I did! There were a lot of things to like about it, though it wasn't perfect for me.
Things I liked
- Yay, diversity! While I'm super happy that there is a bit more representation of Indian Americans in YA thanks to this book, it is not the only reason it's good. (That being said, I did talk to an Indian classmate about it, and she thought it was a bit stereotypical in its representation of Indian parents.)
- Dimple is quirky and stubborn, likes programming, and is all about going against tradition. Rishi, on the other hand, wanted to stick to traditions out of respect for his family and heritage. It was such an interesting dynamic!
- AND IT WAS SO CUTE. Their interactions were funny at times and just plain adorable at others.
Things I didn't like
- I got very caught up in the fuzzy feelings for the first half of the book, and then... I got a little... bored... The book just sort of lost its steam for me. I think because things got to a good place, and then there was just a lot of filler until the big drama at the end.
- I didn't care about any of the other characters, except maybe Rishi's brother. I feel like a lot of them were flat and stereotypical, especially the rich kids.
See, nice and quick! What did you guys think?
When Dimple Met Rishi was not what I expected. I knew that the MCs had Indian parents and were involved in an arranged marriage but my idea of what this book would be like was very different to what I got and I was really impressed.
Dimple was so easy to like. She wasn't willing to give into her mother's wish for her to marry and find herself the 'Ideal Indian Husband'. She wasn't even willing to give in about wearing makeup and putting in her contacts just to entice a man. Instead, she id focused on pursuing web design. I loved her passion and her focus, even if I didn't fully understand it because I certainly didn't know what I what I wanted to do at eighteen. I think Dimple's focus and unwillingness to compromise herself for any reason that made me both like her and dislike her. She was far too unwilling to compromise when it comes to others. Even when it meant angering her friends and those close to her. It was her worst quality and was something which came between her and Rishi and it was annoying. I did like seeing her grow throughout the book, though.
And then there was Rishi. I didn't think I'd like him as much, I mean, he was close to his parents and willing to follow the path which they wished for him. He was willing to sacrifice a lot to do what was expected. He was awkward and cute and I loved him. I wasn't even overly bothered by the fact he had money and was privileged because he didn't flaunt it. He was just an adorable cinnamon roll and I think I loved him. I was just as frustrated by him as Dimple but I felt his reservations were far more logical. Wanting a secure future, whilst not totally believable for a teenager, is not a bad thing and so I got why he was so hesitant to pursue all of his dreams.
I found the whole book very adorable, though. And for both Dimple and Rishi their Indian heritage was obvious and I loved how Rishi honoured it so much and then Dimple was learning parts of her culture was ingrained because that was how she was raised. She considered how her parents would react to big decisions and even her quest to design an app was partially done to make her father proud of her.
I loved this, it was a brilliant YA and demonstrates the genre is totally growing. I want more diverse reads like this one. Fingers crossed this is the start of a trend.
Dimple. She comes off as rude and bratty, at first. She's part of an Indian family that has migrated to the US for a better life. Her mother wants her to get married and have babies, while Dimple wants to make a career. Getting married and having babies is not really on her 5-year-plan - or any plan, really.
She manages to make it to a summer program and there she meets Rishi, her future husband. Or so he says.
Now, Rishi. My God, but did I love him! He's the boy-next-door character; he's sweet and kind and a traditionalist. Something that has him and Dimple clash many times.
Starting off as friends, the friendship slowly - very slowly - evolves into more. At one point, no matter how much I loved Rishi and started tolerating Dimple, I put it aside because I felt it was dragging. But giving it another chance, it picked up and I ended up enjoying it. And rating it 4 stars. Will definitely read the book about Rishi's younger brother.