From Morris Award finalist Sonia Patel comes a sharply written YA about a girl grappling with a dark, painful secret from her past, perfect for fans of All My Rage and The Way I Used to Be. It's eighteen-year-old Gita Desai's first year at Stanford, and the fact that she's here and not already married off by her traditional Gujarati parents is a miracle. She's determined to death-grip her good-girl, model student rep all the way to med school, which means no social life or standing out in any way. Should be easy: If there's one thing she's learned from her family, it's how to chup-re--to "shut up," fade into the background. But when childhood memories of her aunt's desertion and her then-uncle's best friend resurface, Gita ends up ditching the books night after night in favor of partying and hooking up with strangers. Still, nothing can stop the little voice growing louder and louder inside her that says something is wrong. . . . And the only way she can burst forward is to stop shutting up about the past. "Funny, messy, gut-wrenching."--Kirkus Reviews
From Morris Award finalist Sonia Patel comes a sharply written YA about a girl grappling with a dark, painful secret from her past, perfect for fans of All My Rage and The Way I Used to Be. It's eighteen-year-old Gita Desai's first year at Stanford, and the fact that she's here and not already married off by her traditional Gujarati parents is a miracle. She's determined to death-grip her good-girl, model student rep all the way to med school, which means no social life or standing out in any way. Should be easy: If there's one thing she's learned from her family, it's how to chup-re--to "shut up," fade into the background. But when childhood memories of her aunt's desertion and her then-uncle's best friend resurface, Gita ends up ditching the books night after night in favor of partying and hooking up with strangers. Still, nothing can stop the little voice growing louder and louder inside her that says something is wrong. . . . And the only way she can burst forward is to stop shutting up about the past. "Funny, messy, gut-wrenching."--Kirkus Reviews
