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Late afternoon sun sneaks through the windows of a passport and visa office in an unnamed American city. Most customers and even most office workers have come and gone, but nine people remain. A punky teenager with an unexpected gift. An upper-class Caucasian couple whose relationship is disintegrating. A young Muslim-American man struggling with the fallout of 9/11. A graduate student haunted by a question about love. An African-American ex-soldier searching for redemption. A Chinese grandmother with a secret ...

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Late afternoon sun sneaks through the windows of a passport and visa office in an unnamed American city. Most customers and even most office workers have come and gone, but nine people remain. A punky teenager with an unexpected gift. An upper-class Caucasian couple whose relationship is disintegrating. A young Muslim-American man struggling with the fallout of 9/11. A graduate student haunted by a question about love. An African-American ex-soldier searching for redemption. A Chinese grandmother with a secret past. And two visa office workers on the verge of an adulterous affair.

When an earthquake rips through the afternoon lull, trapping these nine characters together, their focus first jolts to their collective struggle to survive. There's little food. The office begins to flood. Then, at a moment when the psychological and emotional stress seems nearly too much for them to bear, the young graduate student suggests that each tell a personal tale, "one amazing thing" from their lives, which they have never told anyone before. And as their surprising stories of romance, marriage, family, political upheaval, and self-discovery unfold against the urgency of their life-or-death circumstances, the novel proves the transcendent power of stories and the meaningfulness of human expression itself. From Chitra Divakaruni, author of such finely wrought, bestselling novels as Sister of My Heart, The Palace of Illusions, and The Mistress of Spices, comes her most compelling and transporting story to date. One Amazing Thing is a passionate creation about survival—and about the reasons to survive.

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Publishers Weekly
In a soggy treatment of catastrophe and enlightenment, Divakaruni (The Mistress of Spices) traps a group of nine diverse people in the basement of an Indian consulate in an unidentified American city after an earthquake. Two are émigrés who work for the consulate; the others are in the building to apply for visas. With very little food, rising flood water, dwindling oxygen, and no electricity or phone service, the victims fend off panic by taking turns at sharing the central stories of their lives. Oddly, the group spends little time brainstorming ways to escape, even when they run out of food and water, and sections of ceiling collapse around them. They wait in fatalistic resignation and tell their tales. Some are fable-like, with captivating scene-setting and rush-to-moral conclusions, but the most powerful are intimate, such as the revelations an accountant shares about his impoverished childhood with an exhausted mother, her boyfriend, and a beloved kitten. Despite moments of brilliance, this uneven novel, while vigorously plumbing themes of class struggle, disillusionment, and guilt, disappoints with careless and unearned epiphanies. (Feb.)
Texas Monthly
One Amazing Thing is a beautiful novel, a tapestry of nine stories. . . . A passionate, intelligent book that sings with humanity.
Houston Chronicle
Hauntingly beautiful....One Amazing Thing is a page-turner with high drama, elegant writing, and lots of helpful tips for teamwork in a crisis.
USA Today
The plot of Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni's new novel could be ripped from the horrifying headlines about Haiti in a strange case of art imitating life....One Amazing Thing, which was written well before the Haiti earthquake, is receiving high praise.
Good Times Newspaper (Santa Cruz)
Not only a captivating read but also a testament to the redeeming power of human love and connection.
Booklist
A wise and beautifully refined drama. . . . A storyteller of exquisite lyricism and compassion, Divakaruni weaves a suspenseful, astute, and unforgettable survivors' tale.
Washington Post
The appeal of these life stories, like that of Chaucer's Canterbury Tales, is that they throw the spotlight onto varied lives, each with its own joys and miseries. Together, the stories show how easy it is to divert young lives into unforeseen and restrictive channels, and how hard it is for people to realize their early dreams. Their shared experiences and fears form the frame that holds together this compendium of short stories into an absorbing novel....At the end of her novel, her readers are fully engaged in what will happen to those nine people.
Seattle Times
Her fiction is so intimate that it often seems as if cultural context is irrelevant. Her character's dreams and disappointments are paramount... The karmic energy of One Amazing Thing revolves around Divakaruni's gifts as a novelist.
Miami Herald
Masterful storyteller Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni examines such stories in an apropos novel for our times. Her suspenseful tale of nine souls who suddenly don't know if they will live or die is a tribute -- on many levels -- to hope and survival. But it is also, most successfully, a ringing rebuke to rushes to judgment. It's an adult, literary version of The Breakfast Club, with dire circumstances. 'Hell is other people,' Uma thinks as she looks at one of her fellow distraught victims. But redemption can be other people, too, Uma and the others soon understand.One more amazing thing we've learned from Divakaruni.
Huffington Post
Divakaruni portrays in beautiful prose, haunting characters, and a luminously and ominously developed plot, the universal and individual qualities of the search for meaning in life, as well as the search's timelessness. We see the parallel as soon as Uma does: as in The Canterbury Tales, where Chaucer's characters are pilgrims to a holy site, the visa applicants are also pilgrims, on their way to India. Divakaruni is a beautiful writer, using words as lithely and effortlessly as breathing, and while she breathes, she sings.
Lisa See
Chitra Divakaruni understands the power of stories to heal us, make us laugh, and comfort us in the most difficult of circumstances. One Amazing Thing is one powerful and beautifully written book. I loved it, and I'm sure that readers everywhere will embrace it too. (Lisa See, author of Shanghai Girls)
Library Journal
Nine people of diverse backgrounds trapped by an earthquake in the basement of the Indian consulate in an unidentified American city—that's the situation Divakaruni (The Palace of Illusions) sets for herself here. The thoroughly American Uma immigrated with her parents as an infant and is now a graduate student. She tries to concentrate on reading Chaucer while waiting to apply for a visa to visit her parents, who have moved back to India, but spends more time speculating about the people around her. When the earthquake hits, African American army veteran Cameron takes charge, while Uma encourages each of these modern-day pilgrims to share a story of "one amazing thing." The pilgrims range from a young Muslim man hoping that he can visit his parents' ancestral home to an upper-class Caucasian couple planning a trip to the Taj Mahal. As the stories unfold, they tell as much about the diversity of Indian culture as they do about the American "melting pot," which lets some groups Americanize more successfully than others. VERDICT Writing with great sensitivity, Divarkaruni presents snapshots that speak volumes about the characters, so unexpectedly drawn together. Highly recommended.—Debbie Bogenschutz, Cincinnati State Technical & Community Coll.
Kirkus Reviews
A diverse group trapped in the aftermath of a disaster shares tales of love, loss and desire. Divakaruni's latest (The Palace of Illusions, 2008, etc.) harkens back to her earlier collections of short stories more than it coalesces as a convincing novel. Seven visa applicants wait for the services of two bureaucrats in the basement-level visa office of an Indian consulate somewhere in America. "It was not uncommon, in this city, to find persons of different races thrown together," Divakaruni writes. "Still, Uma thought, it was like a mini UN summit in here. Whatever were all these people planning to do in India?" Suddenly, a massive earthquake strikes, trapping them in the dark and forcing them to confront each other. An angry young man named Tariq Husein seethes as Cameron Grant, an African-American veteran, assumes leadership of the trapped group. Mr. Pritchett, who had hoped a trip to India would lift his wife's depression, endangers them all by trying to light a cigarette despite a gas leak. Malathi, a clerk at the consulate, stands up to him when he takes away Mrs. Pritchett's medication. Jiang, an elderly Chinese woman injured in the quake, tries to protect her granddaughter Lily. In the midst of their ordeal, Uma, a grad student first glimpsed reading "The Wife of Bath's Tale," comes up with the idea of having each person relate an incident from his or her life. "Everyone has a story," she says. "I don't believe anyone can go through life without encountering at least one amazing thing." The individual tales are engaging, but the mechanical setup and the lack of resolution in the primary narrative make it difficult to fully embrace all that follows. Compassionate stories, many ofthem inspired, suspended in half of a novel.
Junot Diaz
"Divakaruni is a brilliant storyteller; she illuminates the world with her artistry; and shakes the reader with her love."
From the Publisher
"Divakaruni is a brilliant storyteller; she illuminates the world with her artistry; and shakes the reader with her love."—Junot Diaz
Library Journal
Nine diverse characters trapped in the basement of an Indian consulate during an earthquake and its after-tremors tell their individual life stories within the framework of this shared, destabilizing experience in Pushcart Prize/American Book Award winner Divakruni's (www.chitradivakaruni.com) latest novel. Each prospective traveler sheds light on unique cultural and personal issues ranging from spirituality and arranged marriages to selfishness and hidden disputes. The novel is often uneven, and the characters appear too easily resigned to their circumstances for the situation to seem real, but their stories add much depth and insight to what is ultimately a multidimensional work. Recommended for expanding multicultural collections. [The Voice: Hyperion hc received a starred review, LJ 2/15/10.—Ed.]—Joyce Kessel, Villa Maria Coll., Buffalo
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781401340995
  • Publisher: Hyperion
  • Publication date: 2/2/2010
  • Pages: 220
  • Sales rank: 358,443
  • Product dimensions: 6.00 (w) x 8.90 (h) x 0.90 (d)

Meet the Author

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

Chitra Divakaruni is an award-winning and bestselling novelist and poet. She is the author of 14 books in all, including the short story collection The Unknown Errors of Our Lives and the novels Sister of My Heart, The Mistress of Spices, Queen of Dreams, and The Palace of Illusions. Two of her novels have been made into movies. Her writings have appeared in more than 50 magazines, including The Atlantic Monthly and The New Yorker. She has also become a frequently sought-after op-ed and NPR commentator regarding how the West perceives Southeast Asia.

Good To Know

Some outtakes from our interview with Divakaruni:

"During graduate school, I used to work in the kitchen of the International House at the University of California, Berkeley. My favorite task was slicing Jell-O."

"I love Chinese food, but my family hates it. So when I'm on book tour I always eat Chinese!"

"I almost died on a pilgrimage trip to the Himalayas some years back -- but I got a good story out of it. The story is in The Unknown Errors of Our Lives -- let's see if readers can figure out which one it is!"

"Writing is so central to my life that it leaves little time/desire/need for other interests.. I do a good amount of work with domestic violence organizations -- I'm on the advisory board of Asians Against Domestic Violence in Houston. I feel very strongly about trying to eradicate domestic violence from our society."

"My favorite ways to unwind are to do yoga, read, and spend time with my family."

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    1. Hometown:
      Houston, Texas, and San Jose, California
    1. Date of Birth:
      July 29, 1956
    2. Place of Birth:
      Kolkata, India
    1. Education:
      B.A. in English, Kolkata University 1976; Ph.D. in English, University of California at Berkeley, 1984
    2. Website:

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One Amazing Thing


By Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

Hyperion

Copyright © 2009 Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4013-4099-5


Chapter One

When the first rumble came, no one in the visa office, down in the basement of the Indian consulate, thought anything of it. Immersed in regret or hope or trepidation (as is usual for persons planning a major journey), they took it to be a passing cable car. Or perhaps the repair crew that had draped the pavement outside with neon-orange netting, making entry into the building a feat that required significant gymnastic skill, had resumed drilling. Uma Sinha watched a flake of plaster float from the ceiling in a lazy dance until it disappeared into the implausibly green foliage of the plant that stood at attention in the corner. She watched, but she didn't really see it, for she was mulling over a question that had troubled her for the last several weeks: Did her boyfriend, Ramon (who didn't know where she was right now), love her more than she loved him, and (should her suspicion that he did so prove correct) was that a good thing?

Uma snapped shut her copy of Chaucer, which she had brought with her to compensate for the Medieval Lit class she was missing at the university. In the last few hours she had managed to progress only a page and a half into "The Wife of Bath's Tale"-despite the fact that the bawdy, cheerful Wife was one of her favorite characters. Now she surrendered to reality: the lobby of the visa office, with all its comings and goings, its calling out of the names of individuals more fortunate than herself, was not a place suited to erudite endeavors. She surrendered with ill grace-it was a belief of hers that people ought to rise above the challenges of circumstance-and glared at the woman stationed behind the glassed-in customer-service window. The woman was dressed in a blue sari of an electrifying hue. Her hair was gathered into a tight bun at the nape of her neck, and she wore a daunting red dot in the center of her forehead. She ignored Uma superbly, as people do when faced with those whose abject destinies they control.

Uma did not trust this woman. When she had arrived this morning, assured of a nine a.m. appointment, she found several people swirling around the lobby, and more crowding behind, who had been similarly assured. When questioned, the woman had shrugged, pointing to the pile upon which Uma was to place her paperwork. Clients, she told Uma, would be called according to the order of arrival for their interview with the visa officer. Here she nodded reverently toward the office to the side of the lobby. Its closed door bore the name Mr. V.K.S. Mangalam stenciled in flowery letters on the nubby, opaque glass. Craning her neck, Uma saw that there was a second door to the office, a blank wooden slab that opened into the sequestered employees area: the customer-service window and, behind it, desks at which two women sorted piles of official-looking documents into other piles and occasionally stamped them. The woman at the counter pursed her lips at Uma's curiosity and frostily advised her to take a seat while there was one still available.

Uma sat. What else could she do? But she resolved to keep an eye on the woman, who looked entirely capable of shuffling the visa applications around out of bored caprice when no one was watching.

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NOW IT WAS THREE P.M. A FEW MINUTES EARLIER, THE WOMEN at the desks had left on their midafternoon break. They had asked the woman in the blue sari if she wanted to accompany them, and when she had declined, stating that she would take her break later, they had dissolved into giggles and whispers, which she chose to disregard. There remained four sets of people in the room, apart from Urea. In the distant corner was an old Chinese woman dressed in a traditional tunic, accompanied by a fidgety, sullen girl of thirteen or fourteen who should surely have been in school. The teenager wore her hair in spikes and sported an eyebrow ring. Her lipstick was black and so were her clothes. Did they allow students to attend school dressed like that nowadays? Uma wondered. Then she felt old-fashioned. From time to time, grandmother and granddaughter fought in fiery whispers, words that Uma longed to decipher. She had always been this way: interested-quite unnecessarily, some would say-in the secrets of strangers. When flying, she always chose a window seat so that when the plane took off or landed, she could look down on the tiny houses and imagine the lives of the people who inhabited them. Now she made up the dialogue she could not understand.

I missed a big test today because of your stupid appointment. If I fail Algebra, just remember it was your fault-because you were too scared to ride the bus here by yourself

Whose fault was it that you overslept six times this month and didn't get to school for your morning classes, Missy? And your poor parents, slaving at their jobs, thinking you were hard at work! Maybe I should tell them what really goes on at home while they're killing themselves to provide for you....

"But sweetie, all that has changed. It's a different India now, India Shining!"

And perhaps it was, for hadn't her parents glided effortlessly into their new life, renting an air-conditioned terrace-top flat and hiring a retinue of servants to take care of every possible chore? ("I haven't washed a single dish since I moved here!" her mother rhapsodized on the phone.) A chauffeured car whisked her father to his office each morning. ("I work only from ten to four," he added proudly from the other phone.) It returned to take her mother shopping, or to see childhood friends, or to get a pedicure, or (before Uma could chide her for being totally frivolous) to volunteer with an agency that educated slum children. In the evenings her parents attended Rabindra Sangeet concerts together, or watched movies on gigantic screens in theaters that resembled palaces, or walked hand in hand (such things were accepted in India Shining) by the same lake where they had met secretly as college students, or went to the club for drinks and a game of bridge. They were invited out every weekend and sometimes on weeknights as well. They vacationed in Kulu Manali in the summer and Goa in the winter.

Uma was happy for her parents, though secretly she disapproved of their newly hedonistic lifestyle. (Yet how could she object when it was so much better than what she often saw around her: couples losing interest in each other, living in wooden togetherness or even breaking up?) Was it partly that she felt excluded? Or was it that by contrast her university life, which she had been so proud of, with its angst-filled film festivals, its cards where heated intellectual discussions raged late into the night, its cavernous libraries where one might, at any moment, bump into a Nobel laureate, suddenly appeared lackluster? She said nothing, waiting in a stew of anxiety and anticipation for this honeymoon with India to be over, for disillusion and dyspepsia to set in. A year passed. Her mother continued as blithe as ever, though surely she must have faced problems. Who doesn't? (Why then did she conceal them from Uma?) Now and then she urged Uma to visit. "We'll go to Agra and see the Taj Mahal together-we're saving it for you," she would say. Or "I know the best ayurvedic spa. They give sesame oil massages like you wouldn't believe." In a recent conversation, she'd said, twice, "We miss you. Why don't you come visit? We'll send you a ticket."

There had been something plaintive about her voice that struck Uma in the space just below her breastbone. She had missed her parents, too. Though she had always decried touristic amusements, she felt a sudden desire to see the Taj Mahal. "I'll come for winter break," she promised rashly.

"How long is that?"

"Six weeks."

"Six weeks! Lovely!" her mother said, restored to buoyancy. "That should give us enough time. Don't forget, you'll need a new visa-you haven't been to India in ages. Don't mail them your passport-that takes forever. Go to the office yourself. You'll have to wait a bit, but you'll get it the same day."

Only after she had hung up did Uma realize that she had failed to ask her mother, Enough time for what? She also realized that her boyfriend, Ramon, whom her parents had treated affably once they got over the shock of learning that he and Uma were living together (her father had even given him an Indian nickname, Ramu), had not been included in the invitation.

She might have let it pass-tickets to India, were, after all, expensive-but there was that other conversation, when Uma had said, "It's a good thing you haven't sold the house. This way, if things don't work out, you'll have a place to come back to."

"Oh no, sweetie," her mother had replied. "We love it in India-we knew we would. The house is there for you, in case-"

Then her mother had caught herself deftly in midsentence and changed the subject, leaving Urea with the sense that she had been about to divulge something she knew Urea was not ready to hear.

MINUTES BEFORE THE SECOND RUMBLE, UMA FELT A CRAVING TO see the sun. Had the gossamer fog that draped the tops of the downtown buildings when she arrived that morning lifted by now? If so, the sky would be bright as a Niles lily; if not, it would glimmer like fish scales. Suddenly she needed to know which it was. Later she would wonder at the urgency that had pulled her out of her chair and to her feet. Was it an instinct like the one that made zoo animals moan and whine for hours before natural disasters struck? She shouldered her bag and stepped toward the door. A few more seconds and she would have pushed it open, run down the corridor, and taken the stairs up to the first floor two at a time, rushing to satisfy the desire that ballooned inside her. She would have been outside, lifting her face to the gray drizzle that was beginning to fall, and this would have been a different story.

But as she turned to go, the door to Mr. Mangalam's office opened. A man hurried out, clutching his passport with an air of victory, and brushed past Uma. The woman in the blue sari picked up the stack of applications and disappeared into Mr. Mangalam's office through the side door. She had been doing that every hour or so. For what? Uma thought, scowling. All the woman needed to do was call out the next name in the pile. Uma had little hope that that name would be hers, but she paused, just in case.

It was a good time to phone Ramon. If she was lucky, she would catch him as he walked across the Student Union plaza from the class he taught to his laboratory, wending his way between drummers and dim sum vendors and doomsday orators. Once in the laboratory, he would turn the phone off, not wanting to be distracted. He was passionate about his work, Ramon. Sometimes at night when he went to the lab to check on an experiment, she would accompany him just so she could watch the stillness that took over his body as he tested and measured and took notes. Sometimes he forgot she was there. That was when she loved him most. If she got him on the phone now, she would tell him this.

But the phone would not cooperate. NO SERVICE, the small, lighted square declared.

The man with the ear studs looked over and offered her a sympathetic grimace. "My phone has the same problem," he said. "That's the trouble with these downtown buildings. Maybe if you walk around the room, you'll find a spot where it works."

Phone to her ear, Uma took a few steps forward. It felt good to stretch her legs. She watched the woman emerge from Mr. Mangalam's office, shaking out the creases of her sari, looking like she had bitten into something sour. Uncharitably, Uma hoped that Mr. Mangalam had rebuked her for making so many people wait for so many unnecessary hours. The phone gave a small burp against her ear, but before she could check if it was working, the rumble rose through the floor. This time there was no mistaking its intention. It was as though a giant had placed his mouth against the building's foundation and roared. The floor buckled, throwing Uma to the ground. The giant took the building in both his hands and shook it. A chair flew across the room toward Uma. She raised her left arm to shield herself. The chair crashed into her wrist and a pain worse than anything she had known surged through her arm. People were screaming. Feet ran by her, then ran back again. She tried to wedge herself beneath one of the chairs, as she had been taught long ago in grade school, but only her head and shoulders would fit. The cell phone was still in her other hand, pressed against her ear. Was that Ramon's voice asking her to leave a message, or was it just her need to hear him?

Above her, the ceiling collapsed in an explosion of plaster. Beams broke apart with the sound of gigantic bones snapping. A light fixture shattered. For a moment, before the electricity failed, she saw the glowing filaments of the naked bulb. Rubble fell through the blackness, burying her legs. Her arm was on fire. She cradled it against her chest. (A useless gesture, when she would probably die in the next minutes.) Was that the sound of running water? Was the basement they were in flooding? She thought she heard a beep, the machine ready to record her voice. Ramon, she cried, her mouth full of dust. She thought of his long, meticulous fingers, how they could fix anything she broke. She thought of the small red moles on his chest, just above the left nipple. She wanted to say something important and consoling, something for him to remember her by. But she could think of nothing, and then her phone went dead.

Chapter Two

The dark was full of women's voices, keening in a language he did not know, so that at first he thought he was back in the war. The thought sucked the air from his lungs and left him choking. There was dirt on his tongue, shards under his fingertips. He smelled burning. He moved his hands over his face, over the uneven bones of his head, the stubble coming in already, the scar over his eyebrow that told him nothing. But when he touched the small, prickly stones in his ears, he remembered who he was.

I am Cameron, he said to himself. With the words, the world as it was formed around him: piles of rubble, shapes that might be broken furniture. Some of the shapes moaned. The voices-no, it was only one voice-fell into an inexorable rhythm, repeating a name over and over. After a while he was able to think past the droning. He checked his pants pockets. The right one held his inhaler. He pulled it out and shook it carefully. There were maybe five doses left. He saw in his mind the tidy cabinet in his bathroom, the new bottle waiting on the second shelf. He pushed away regret and anger, which for him had always been mixed together, and focused on positiveness the way the holy man would have, if he'd been stuck here. If Cameron was careful, five doses could last him for days. They would be out of here long before that.

His keys were in his left pocket. A mini-flashlight was strung through the chain. He stood and passed the pencil-thin ray over the room. A different part of his brain clicked into being, the part that weighed situations and decided what needed to be done. He welcomed it.

One part of the ceiling had collapsed. People would have to be kept as far as possible from that area in case more followed. Some folks were huddled under furniture along a wall. They could remain there for the moment. He searched for flames. Nothing. His mind must have conjured the burning smell from memory. He sniffed for the acrid odor that would signal a broken gas pipe and was satisfied that there were none nearby. Somewhere he could hear water falling in an uneven rhythm, starting and stopping and starting again, but the floor was dry. There were two figures at the door that led to the passage, trying to pull it open.

He sprang forward with a yell, shocking the weeper into silence. "Hey!" he shouted, though he knew noise was unsafe. "Stop! Don't open it! That's dangerous!" He sprinted as fast as he could through the rubble and grabbed their shoulders. The older man allowed himself to be pulled away, but the younger one flung him off with a curse and wrenched at the handle again.

A splinter of rage jabbed Cameron's chest, but he tried to keep his voice calm. "The door may be what's holding up this part of the room. If you open it suddenly, something else might collapse. Also, there may be a pile of rubble pressing against the door from the outside. If it's dislodged, who knows what could happen. We will try to open it-but we have to figure out how to do it right."

Something glistened on the young man's cheekbone. In the inadequate light, Cameron couldn't tell if it was blood or tears. But there was no mistaking the fury in his shoulders and arms, the lowered angle of his head. He came at Cameron, propelled by compressed fear. Cameron had seen men like him before. They could hurt you something serious. He stepped to the side and brought the edge of his hand down on the base of the man's skull-but carefully. Such a blow could snap the neck vertebrae. The men he had faced elsewhere would have known to twist away, to block with an upraised elbow. But this boy-that's how Cameron suddenly thought of him, a boy younger than his son would have been, had he lived-took the full force of the blow and fell facedown on the floor and stayed there. In the shadows someone whimpered, then stopped abruptly, as though a palm had been clapped over a mouth. Cameron massaged his hand. He was out of shape. He had let himself go intentionally, hoping never again to have to do things like what he had just done.

(Continues...)



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  • Posted April 13, 2011

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    Interesting.

    Did not like the ending; leaves you dangling. Had the ending been thought out well, this would have been a great book.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 1, 2011

    waste of time!

    very hard to follow,not very interesting,very very bad ending!! It felt like the author forgot to write the last chapter! I am an avid reader and I hated it!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 18, 2010

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    Find your one amazing thing!

    I bumped this book up to the top of my list after recent news of the 7.0 to hit Haiti. Definitely relevant.

    Following a devastating earthquake, nine strangers find themselves buried in an underground room in the Indian visa office they are in when the earthquake hits. As things go from bad to progressively worse, each member takes a turn telling a story from their life. What starts as a simple distraction for them turns into a way for each to confront their past and find the one amazing thing that has made them who they are today.

    ONE AMAZING THING is written from rotating points of view; any other way would not have provided as much story for the reader to become invested in. However, I always feel that a common problem with having stories within stories is that one always comes out the stronger one, making the others feel more like an interruption of the main plot. The individual stories are each engaging in their own right, but I only wanted to go back to the present moment and see what would happen next as they try to survive the earthquake disaster. Chitra Divakaruni excels at character building, and it glows even brighter in ONE AMAZING THING.

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  • Posted June 25, 2012

    Slow start, fast middle, questionable finish...

    We read this for our Church Book Club meeting, and it raised some interesting discussion topics around the theme of the book, which was that each person involved in the story had "one amazing thing" to tell about their lives. As I said in my headline, I found it tough going in the beginning, but once the stories started, the book flew along for me. However, although I liked the open-endedness of the book, in the 'rescue' aspect, I would have like certain stories to have been tied up a little better. Not sure if the author is planning a sequel, or if they just wanted to create this little bit of uncertainty for reader. If that was the purpose, job done!

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  • Posted April 25, 2012

    I just finished One Amazing Thing and truly enjoyed this book. T

    I just finished One Amazing Thing and truly enjoyed this book. The setting is realistic and the author portrays the ensuing events appropriately. The stories each character shares are intriguing and provide insight into the response each has to the earthquake. I'm glad I read the book and hope to attend the library event in September. :)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 14, 2012

    This book is terrible. Don't read it. The ending was depressing

    This book is terrible. Don't read it. The ending was depressing and such a disappointment.

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  • Posted December 25, 2011

    GREAT STORY

    I DID LIKE THIS BOOK, IT KEPT ME INTERESTED IN WHAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN TO EACH OF THESE PEOPLE. YOU NEVER CAN TELL HOW PEOPLE ARE GOING TO REACT WHEN TRAPPED!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 15, 2011

    recommened

    Good description about the book and ship on time.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 30, 2011

    Truly Inspiring

    Beautifully written and absorbing plot.

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  • Posted January 24, 2011

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    nice

    vffsb

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  • Posted December 7, 2010

    Beautiful Read!!

    After an earthquake traps nine strangers in the basement office of the passport administration, fear and uncertainty begin to take their toll. They begin to panic once the reality of their situation begins to close in on them. Without knowing if rescue is a hope they have, one of the strangers suggests that they each tell "One Amazing Thing" that has happened in their lives. What follows is both a harrowing tale of survival and how people can come together in the face of insurmountable odds. Chitra Divakaruni brings together nine individuals from completely different backgrounds. Seven of the nine are attempting to get to India, all for different reasons, but all for an attempt at atonement for past failures or shortcomings. The two remaining work in the passport office and have come to be there after their own amazing turns in India. Divakaruni's prose is entrancing. It was so completely wonderful, I couldn't put it down. I read the entire book in one sitting, waiting for the next moment to both learn about each of the characters and his/her "thing," as well as how the book would end. Divakaruni writes an amazing tale and makes each person's story unforgettable. She details the amazing determination in the human spirit; our ability to love, desire, hate, forgive, create and break down our stereotypes, and our innate caring for one another. This is a story that I could read again and again. The only negative I can really post is that I was left wanting more. The ending is surprising. It may not settle well with some, but I personally find it preferable in a book to have unanswered questions. I want to be left desiring to read more about characters I like. Divakaruni does that well. Her characters are fantastic and the story is beautiful. No reader could ask for more. Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from the publisher. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255: "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising."

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  • Posted February 20, 2010

    One Amazing Thing

    I loved the way this book was written and the touching stories, stories anyone could say apply to them in some way. It is a compelling novel with a haunting ending.

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  • Posted February 10, 2010

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    Interesting Concept

    One Amazing Thing is about a group of 9 people who are trapped in an Indian passport and visa office somewhere in the U.S. To pass the time and comfort themselves they take turn telling one amazing thing that happened in their lives. Some are good things and some not so good. We also learn a bit about each character and why they were in the office seeking a passport/visa to India. Some characters were more likable than others. I like the author's writing style. It almost felt like a book of short stories intertwined with the main story which was being trapped in the earthquake. After reading their amazing stories, I concluded that each character was trapped in other ways in their lives not just trapped in a building after an earthquake. It was very different from the books I have read lately. I have read the last page and a half over several times and I'm not sure how I felt about the ending. I felt left hanging. I guess I like my endings cut and dry. Other than the ending I enjoyed the book.

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  • Posted February 10, 2010

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    Satisfying, well-crafted and a beautiful read

    One Amazing Thing drew me in from the start. The book opens from the point of view of the graduate student as she surveys the Indian Embassy and its occupants during the start of the earthquake. Her voice is accessible, witty, and sympathetic.

    The perspective shifts seamlessly from one character to another, partly through each person's sharing of the "one amazing thing" from his or her life. Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni has woven together nine fascinating and brave stories from seemingly nondescript people. Their shared storytelling helps the captives survive their harrowing experience and it gifts us with a satisfying, well-crafted, and beautiful read.

    ISBN-10: 1401340997 - Hardcover $23.00
    Publisher: Voice; 1 edition (February 2, 2010), 240 pages.
    Review copy provided by the publisher.

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  • Posted February 3, 2010

    I love the premise of this story.

    I love the premise of this story - nine people trapped by an earthquake trying to survive and keep each others spirits up. Situations like that can engender amazing things from very different people and can change lives. That they would sit down and tell the stories of their lives as they are waiting for their fate makes sense to me and I was anxious to hear what they would tell.

    Unfortunately I felt the stories themselves fell a little flat. What I normally love about Chitra Divakaruni's stories is her distinct, powerful, enchanting characters and somehow none of the people in One Amazing Thing came across that way. The stories are told in a voice that doesn't ring true. They are told like an author writing a story, not the way a person would tell their own story to another person. In addition all the stories are told in one voice, they don't come across as being individual. I ended up enjoying the parts of the book that focus on the present group struggling to survive the earthquake the most.
    One Amazing Thing is an interesting book but lacks the distinct character voices and emotion I expected.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 18, 2010

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    Review of One Amazing Thing

    Uma, a graduate student, is waiting impatiently at an Indian visa office with strangers of several ethnicities and backgrounds, all intending to visit or move to India. Suddenly an earthquake strikes, and they are stranded in the office with no electricity and with a hole in the ceiling. Tension rises in the crisis, and Uma stops a fight when she proposes that each of them tell a significant story about their lives. As they each tell a personal tale, they find interconnectedness through this storytelling, for each one of them has experienced suffering, love, wishes, and loss. This is an intensely psychological and compelling novel.

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