When Dimple Met Rishi by Sandhya Menon (English) Hardcover Book

Description: When Dimple Met Rishi by Sandhya Menon When Dimple Shah and Rishi Patel meet at a Stanford University summer program, Dimple is avoiding her parents obsession with "marriage prospects" but Rishi hopes to woo her into accepting arranged marriage with him. FORMAT Hardcover LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description The inspiration for the Netflix original series Mismatched! A New York Times bestseller A Time Best YA Book of All Time (2021) An NPR Best Book of 2017 A Buzzfeed Best YA Book of 2017 A Kirkus Reviews Best Teen Book of 2017 A School Library Journal Best Young Adult Book of 2017 A Bustle Best YA Novel of 2017 A PopSugar Best Young Adult Novel of 2017 A Book Riot Best Book of 2017 A Paste Magazine Best Young Adult Novel of 2017 "Utterly charming." --Mindy Kaling "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 The rom-com everyones talking about! Eleanor & Park meets Bollywood in this hilarious and heartfelt novel about two Indian-American teens whose parents conspire to arrange their marriage. Dimple Shah has it all figured out. With graduation behind her, shes more than ready for a break from her family, from Mammas inexplicable obsession with her finding the "Ideal Indian Husband." Ugh. Dimple knows they must respect her principles on some level, though. If they truly believed she needed a husband right now, they wouldnt have paid for her to attend a summer program for aspiring web developers...right? Rishi Patel is a hopeless romantic. So when his parents tell him that his future wife will be attending the same summer program as him--wherein hell have to woo her--hes totally on board. Because as silly as it sounds to most people in his life, Rishi wants to be arranged, believes in the power of tradition, stability, and being a part of something much bigger than himself. The Shahs and Patels didnt mean to start turning the wheels on this "suggested arrangement" so early in their childrens lives, but when they noticed them both gravitate toward the same summer program, they figured, Why not? Dimple and Rishi may think they have each other figured out. But when opposites clash, love works hard to prove itself in the most unexpected ways. Author Biography Sandhya Menon is the New York Times bestselling author of When Dimple Met Rishi, Of Curses and Kisses, and many other novels that also feature lots of kissing, girl power, and swoony boys. Her books have been included in several cool places, including Today, Teen Vogue, NPR, BuzzFeed, and Seventeen. A full-time dog servant and part-time writer, she makes her home in the foggy mountains of Colorado. Visit her online at SandhyaMenon.com. Review A YALSA 2018 Best Fiction for Young Adults Selection 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 "Adorable." --Buzzfeed "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 Review Quote 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. For-EV-er. I fell in love with the cover and without reading the summary dove into reading it. The characters, story, and spirit of the book match the gorgeousness that is the cover. Dimple Shah and Rishi Patel may be two different people starting their paths into adulthood but theyre both about to find out that life stands in your way and shakes things up no matter how much you plan. This book was a hug to my black heart that made me laugh and constantly cheer for the characters. Im looking forward to it being a huge hit of 2017. Excerpt from Book Chapter 1: Dimple CHAPTER 1 Dimple Dimple couldnt 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 hadnt allowed herself to really, fully believe it until her student log-in details had come via e-mail. Shed 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 didnt think Mamma would do something like that, youd 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 wasnt that easy. It would be an incredible opportunity--this was true. Shed have a leg up on everyone else when she started Stanford in the fall. And think of the contacts shed make! Some of the biggest names in web development had gone through Insomnia Con: Jenny Lindt, for instance. The woman was a genius. Shed 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 didnt 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 werent exactly flush. Not to mention shed 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 shed 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, shed 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. Theyd arrived at an uneasy truce--Mamma didnt have to modulate her tone if Dimple didnt 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 buildings 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 shed 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. Didnt 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 couldnt 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 Dimples appearance in. "Wearing specs?" She pointed to Dimples glasses, perched on the end of her nose like usual. Mammas eyes roamed, squinting with disapproval at Dimples 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 Mammas optimistic naming, nary a dimple in sight. She should be thankful I brushed my teeth this morning , Dimple thought. But Mamma would never understand Dimples 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 Mammas youth, a trend which she apparently hadnt 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. Cant I have this week to relax and be lazy?" Papas 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 youre going to find a husband by being lazy ? Do you think, for the past twenty-two years since marrying your father, Ive had a minute to myself to be lazy ?" Of course not, Dimple thought. Because youve been too busy hovering. She bit her tongue and sank down on the sofa, knowing that once Mamma got started, shed 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 hadnt ruled out asking to enroll in Insomnia Con if the opportunity presented itself. It was in her best interest to hold back. "No, I havent," Mamma continued. "?Lazy shouldnt be in a womans 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 Dimples person. "Not that you arent beautiful, beti , you are, which is what makes it even more tragic--" Dimple knew she shouldnt. 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 mightve been praying. Mamma looked like she couldnt 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 Im 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 hadnt 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? Thats what you think I should be relegating my brain space to? Looking nice? Like, if I dont 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 Im 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 !" Dimples temper flashed, the heat tempered only slightly by the dampness of disappointment. This was an argument theyd had so many times, she and Mamma could probably say each others lines. It was like they were consta Details ISBN1481478680 Author Sandhya Menon Short Title WHEN DIMPLE MET RISHI Pages 384 Audience Age 13-17 Publisher Simon Pulse Language English ISBN-10 1481478680 ISBN-13 9781481478687 Format Hardcover DEWEY FIC Year 2017 Publication Date 2017-05-30 Imprint Simon Pulse Audience Teenage / Young adult We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. 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