Goddess for Hireby Sonia Singh
A hip chick from Newport Beach, California, who's just turned thirty, discovered she's the incarnation of the Hindu goddess Kali,and happens to be unemployed and still livingwith her parents. Saving the world, though,may prove to be a curry-scented breezecompared to dealing with her extendedIndian family. In their eyes she isn't just theblack sheep -- she's
A hip chick from Newport Beach, California, who's just turned thirty, discovered she's the incarnation of the Hindu goddess Kali,and happens to be unemployed and still livingwith her parents. Saving the world, though,may prove to be a curry-scented breezecompared to dealing with her extendedIndian family. In their eyes she isn't just theblack sheep -- she's low-grade mutton.
To make matters worse, despite frequent andtherapeutic bouts of shopping and Starbucks,and the mentoring of a Taco Bell-loving,Coca Cola-guzzling swami, Maya hastrouble just surviving, thanks to the attentionsof a Kali-hating fanatic and a matchmaking aunthell-bent on finding her a nice Indian boy. Maya hasno interest in boys. She wants a man and she may have found one.
He's tall, dark, and gorgeous ... and completely uninterested in her.
In the name of all that's holy and fashionable ...what on Earth is a goddess to do?
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Goddess for Hire
By Singh, Sonia
Avon BooksISBN: 006059036X
I never believed in dharma, karma, reincarnation, or any of that spiritual crap, which caused sort of a problem growing up because my parents are devout Hindus. Dharma, by the way, means life purpose in Sanskrit. By the time my thirtieth birthday rolled around, I still hadn't found my dharma, which caused my parents some worry, [read: anxiety, loss of sleep, despair, handwringing, tears, dizzy spells and a constant mumbling of nasty things about me in Hindi under their breath].
My birthday fell on the second Saturday of January, and as I zipped down Pacific Coast Highway in my canary yellow Hummer H2, I thought about upgrading to a bigger car.
Newport Beach, where we live, is a nice-looking beach city. Streets are wide, cars are expensive, bodies are beautiful, and neighborhoods are well tended. A French Colonialstyle roof is not allowed when the zoning laws call for Spanish. For your coffee-drinking pleasure there is a Starbucks on every corner.
I like living in a place where the air is clean and neighbors hide their trash in discreet garbage cans made to blend in with the shrubbery. I am, however, tired of the impression that blond, blue-eyed families are the sole inhabitants of Newport Beach. This isn't Sweden for God's sake.
Indian people like to bitch about the big bad British ruling India for two hundred years. Big deal. Try growing up in Orange County. Most of my cousins sport blue contact lenses and dye their hair ash-blond. How's that for colonial impact?
For the record, I do not dye my dark tresses. I do, however, highlight.
I'd spent the afternoon enjoying a manicure and pedicure at the Bella Salon and Spa, followed by shopping at South Coast Plaza. My birthday happened to fall on a Saturday, but even if it hadn't, my plan would have been the same, one of the benefits to being unemployed.
Eight shopping bags later I was back in my SUV slurping on a Mocha Frappuccino. I'm not into meditation, and I don't do yoga. I don't blast sitar music in my car either. I prefer Madonna. I turned up the volume and felt my spirits rise.
As if it hadn't been bad enough rolling out of bed this morning knowing it was the start of my third decade, the night before my aunt Gayatri, a gynecologist, had come over to the house lugging an enormous chart of the female reproductive system.
By the time she was done I knew more about my vulva than I ever wanted to, and that I was fast on my way to acquiring the shriveled ovaries of a crone. Basically my dear aunt was hinting I'd better find a man and reproduce then and there. Well duh! She couldn't have been less subtle if she'd hit me over the head with the pink plastic vagina she kept in the car.
In traditional Indian culture, a woman is supposed to get married and have children -- strictly in that order -- by the time she's twenty-five. My female cousins and I, having been born and raised in America, have it considerably harder, not easier. We're all supposed to get married, have children, and be either a doctor, lawyer, or engineer, all by the time we're twenty-five.
My female cousins all found proper careers, married proper Indian boys, had proper Indian weddings, and properly lavish wedding receptions. If I ever get married, I definitely will not have some decrepit Hindu priest muttering in Sanskrit while pouring clarified butter over a fire, as I struggle not to inhale great quantities of smoke, praying frantically that my sari doesn't unravel, fall off, or burst into flames.
Now instead of spending my birthday with people whose company I enjoyed, I was on my way home to have dinner with my family. The last thing I wanted to do was eat Indian food and discuss recent advances in medical science. Hobnobbing with doctors wasn't my idea of fun. If it were, I'd be crashing AMA conferences across the state.
My mom's a pediatrician in private practice, my dad, a renowned urologist, and I mean the man gets absolutely giddy over bladder infections. My younger brother, Samir, is in his final year at Stanford Medical School. In fact, of all the ninety-seven adult members of the Mehra clan spread throughout the United States, ninety-six are doctors, the sole exception being yours truly.
Thereby proving, that contrary to popular belief India produces far more doctors than snake charmers. I would put engineers at a close second and, okay, maybe snake charmers at third.
Thereby also proving, that if life were a vegetarian Indian buffet, I'd be one, big, steaming plate of haggis.
I thought fleetingly of avoiding the dinner tonight, but with my mom it wasn't a request, it was an order. God, just because I live at home and spend their money, my parents think they can tell me what to do.
Maybe it was the fact I was consuming a beverage, conversing on my cell phone, and steering my behemoth of a car, but I failed to notice the dark blue Mercedes S600 parked on the curb in front of our Mediterranean-style house. I pulled into the three-car garage, left the bags in the back for later, and stepped inside.
"Maya!" I was nearly knocked over as my aunt barreled into me. Now I'm not that tall, about five-three. Aunt Dimple, a dermatologist, barely comes up to my chin. In a detail that greatly puzzled me as a child, Aunt Dimple did not have a single dimple on her face. "Happy birthday! I can't wait to tell you my surprise!" As I stared down at her, I felt a sick malignant tumor of dread take form in my stomach.
"Tell her the news, Dimpy," my dad smiled.
The Queen of Retin-A, who cleared up my adolescent outbreak of acne, and was responsible for the glowing complexion I possess today, now stood in front of me, and I wanted nothing more than for the Earth to open up and swallow her plump, perky form.
It's hard to find an Indian family without an aunt Dimple. Aunt Dimples have one hobby and one hobby only.
At that moment, pink plastic vagina or not, I'd have given anything for my aunt Gayatri.Continues...
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Sonia Singh lives in Orange County, California, with her cat Kali Mata. When not writing books, she dances in front of the mirror in imitation of a belly-baring Bollywood babe.
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One day this woman turns into a super hero - an Hindu Goddess. The results are fun and thrilling. Don't miss!
Funny book for the summer or just simply want a good laugh. It's easy to read and follow the characters.
This book had me laughing while reading it. It's very funny with a great turn of phrase.
Very funny...n witty book...well written with very colorful and creative characters. This book will definitely keep you flipping through just to find out what happens next. I loved Maya's character...couldn't make her any more full of life than you made her. Excellent Book...definitely a keeper
I really loved this book!! It's fresh and funny. I was laughing so hard at the coffee shop that the other customers stared at me. One woman demanded to know what I was reading and I showed her the title. She decided to buy it immediately. I'm a woman in her late forties and I think this book will be enjoyed by readers of all ages, not just women. There's romance, action, comedy and a poignant message about finding a purpose in life. Maya is very cool and funny and acts exactly the way you think an ordinary person would act upon finding out that they're actually a Goddess! I couldn't understand what the critic from Kirkus Review was talking about. Maya isn't vulgar or profane. She sounds like one of my girlfriends. The dialogue was hilarious and very smart. I also don't get what the reviewer meant by a 'dumbed down Buffy the Vampire Slayer.' I'm a huge Buffy and Angel fan and I LOVED this book. It's addictive and I found myself staying up to finish it. I highly recommend this fabulous book to all those who love to laugh and read.
This is the Indian version of My Big, Fat, Greek Wedding. Your duties: marry an Indian and have Indian babies by age 25. Oh, and be a doctor or a lawyer. For Indians, it’s all about status. That’s why they live in Newport Beach. I liked Maya. She’s an independent, fierce woman with an acid tongue. Outrageously funny! But is she the reincarnated spirit of a goddess? Apparently. The story had a quick overview of Indian culture. It was fun seeing Maya harnessing “the Goddess within” and unleashing this massive power. Whoa! She was kind of like Buffy—always having to vanquish the evils of the world as long as it didn’t conflict with her shopping at Fashion Island. It was funny how hooked she got on the power. Of course, darkening and bring lightning to the skies can do that. “Women like me had only one hope: Marriage.” (173) Maya had more power and potential than credited. I was all for Girl Power. I absolutely loved this story! Light-hearted, humorous, and frank!
Goddess for Hire is a cute book. I like the characters in the book, but the story itself has no real depth to it. Just a cute story and a fun read if you want to breeze through something quickly.
This book is so much fun! If you like chick lit, Indian culture, gods and goddesses, fantasy, romance, or just books that make you laugh out loud, you should definitely read this! Take it to the beach or park and pass a pleasant afternoon-- you won't be able to stop!
This novel was action packed from page one. I couldn't put it down and read it in two days. I stayed on the treadmill at the gym for an extra 30 minutes so I could read! Some of MY favorite lines were: 'It was dark outside, and my fries were cold. Was that a killer beginning to a depressing novel or what?' and: 'Indian Barbie had met her match.' Ram is a delightful character and Tahir is yummy--takes me back to the fantasies I've had about the Indian actor in the shower scene in the ENGLISH PATIENT. Maya's evolution in the book was gratifying. I'd like to see this novel picked for the Orange County Reads program next year.