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My experience with Life is what you make it by Preeti Shenoy

             Life is what you make it
                               by Preeti Shenoy



My Experience :
       Life is what you make it is the story of a  girl named Ankita who overcomes her mental illness.
       It was hard for me to read the book after the death of a character. But as the story grows everything came in its place.
       Ankita's family reflected most of the Indian families where a girl is restricted to be in a relationship. Even though they were strict their love has been expressed with all its ingredients.
       Dr. Madushudan is my favourite character as he brings light in her life.
       It was more hard to read the suffering parts of Ankita, i just wanted to skip those parts but can't as they expressed the authentic feel of her struggle.

Favorite parts :
            Climax 😍😍 my favorite part. I just loved to read those pages.
                 I don't know whether I can mention this because it's a book with some important awareness but I can't resist to say this that the time when Abi and Ankita eat at thattu kada... I have read those pages many time😍
    
Blurb :
     What would you do if destiny twisted the road you took? What is it threw you to a place you didn't want to go? Would you fight? Would you run or would you accept?
       Set across two cities in India in the early eighties, Life is what you make it is a gripping account of a few significant years of Ankita's life.
       Ankita Sharma as the world at her feet. She is young, good looking, smart and has tonnes of friends and boys swooning over her. She also manages to get into a premier management school for her MBA.
      Six months later, she is a patient in a mental health hospital.
       Life has cruelty and coldly snatched that which meant the most to her and she must now fight to get it all back.
      It is deeply moving and inspiring account of growing up, of the power of faith and how determination and an indomitable spirit can overcome even what destiny throws at you.
      A tale, at its core a love-story that makes us question our beliefs about ourselves and our concept of sanity, and forces us to believe that life is truly what one makes it.

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