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Mrs. Funnybones

I picked up the e-version of Mrs. Funnybones by Twinkle Khanna when I saw a former colleague from Ogilvy had praised it on Facebook.

It was a super-quick read and by super quick, I'd recommend it on a Bangalore- Chennai flight! I found it light and entertaining once I got past Twinkle's constant need to refer to her husband as 'the man of the house'. Every. Single. Time. It got old. Really fast. And she did mention that her IQ was 145 and she got 97 percent in her high-school math and that she reads sci-fi, which seems to be a first for someone from Bollywood. She also spoke about her weight problems as a child and the rest of it was a slice of life from her current life as mom/career woman. She was quite refreshingly candid in referring to herself as a terrible actress. All in all worth the 118 bucks I shelled out for the Kindle version at that time( in 2016)

Now her latest book The legend of Laxmi Prasad is also doing well, but I haven't read it yet. So long!

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