Sister of My Heart

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Anju is the daughter of an upper-caste Calcutta family of distinction.
Her cousin Sudha is the daughter of the black sheep of that same family.
Sudha is startlingly beautiful; Anju is not. Despite those differences,
since the day on which the two girls were born, the same day their fathers died—mysteriously and violently—Sudha and Anju have been sisters of the heart. Bonded ...

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Anju is the daughter of an upper-caste Calcutta family of distinction.
Her cousin Sudha is the daughter of the black sheep of that same family.
Sudha is startlingly beautiful; Anju is not. Despite those differences,
since the day on which the two girls were born, the same day their fathers died—mysteriously and violently—Sudha and Anju have been sisters of the heart. Bonded in ways even their mothers cannot comprehend, the two girls grow into womanhood as if their fates as well as their hearts were merged.

But, when Sudha learns a dark family secret, that connection is shattered. For the first time in their lives, the girls know what it is to feel suspicion and distrust. Urged into arranged marriages, Sudha and Anju's lives take opposite turns.
Sudha becomes the dutiful daughter-in-law of a rigid small-town household. Anju goes to America with her new husband and learns to live her own life of secrets. When tragedy strikes each of them, however,
they discover that despite distance and marriage, they have only each other to turn to.

Set in the two worlds of San Francisco and
India, this exceptionally moving novel tells a story at once familiar and exotic, seducing listeners from the first page with the lush prose we have come to expect from Divakaruni. Sister of My Heart is a novel destined to become as widely beloved as it is acclaimed.

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The epigram to Sister of my Heart, the entertaining new novel from Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni, invokes African author Chinua Achebe, writing in Anthills of the Savannah: "It is only the story...that saves our progeny from blundering like blind beggars into the spikes of the cactus fence." The anchor to Sister of my Heart is the belief that storytelling not only lights the path for succeeding generations, but also possesses shamanistic powers. Both teller and listener may be healed or transformed, cursed or freed. For the Chatterjees, an upper-caste Calcutta family fallen on hard times but tenaciously remaining in their decaying mansion of mystery and faded glory, storytelling is a lifeline cast from aunt to niece, mother to daughter, cousin to cousin, past to present, and, in the book's climax, continent to continent. Stories are not merely a way to pass the time or to put dreams into words. In Divakaruni's magician's hands these stories-within-stories, with their sights and smells and enchanted imagery, transport the reader to an India that is at once timeless and evocative of the present day. For her passionate characters, they shape lives for good or for sorrow with the razor edge of experience. Perhaps no character is as susceptible to a story's spell as Sudha Chatterjee, an uncommonly beautiful girl with a dreaming, ancient-seeming soul. At Sister of my Heart's opening she begs a story from Pishi, the widowed aunt who helps to raise Sudha like the daughter she never had. The story Sudha never tires of hearing is the tale of her birth, and thougheachtime she knows the answer, what Sudha desperately wants to change is the fate spelled out for her that night. "They say in the old tales that the first night after a child is born, the Bidhata Purush comes down to earth himself to decide what its fortune is to be. That is why they bathe babies in sandalwood water and wrap them in soft red malmal, color of luck. That is why they leave sweetmeats by the cradle. Silver-leafed sandesh, dark pantuas floating in golden syrup, jilipis orange as the heart of a fire, glazed with honeysugar. If the child is especially lucky, in the morning it will all be gone." For Sudha, however, no god spirited away the sweets. For Sudha, all omens that night augered ill. Only one facet to Sudha's birth pleases her: That evening Anju Chatterjee was also born. Better than the blessing of some abstract heavenly force, the practical-minded and plain-faced Anju is Sudha's cousin. Their fathers were brothers, and together they set out to find their fortune in a ruby mine. Neither lived to see his daughter born. Both girls grow tentatively beneath this unlucky star and under the nurturing wings of their mothers and aunt. In their devotion to each other and their unspoken vow to remain sisters of the heart if not of the blood, each finds her solace and better half. As children, Anju and Sudha are inseparable, and Anju realizes that their bond is the envy of their many aunts and cousins and nosy neighboring women. As an adult and new wife, Anju will still be able to declare, "In spite of all my insecurities, in spite of the oceans that'll be between us soon and the men that are between us already, I can never stop loving Sudha. It's my habit, and it's my fate." In echo of Divakaruni's prize-winning short story collection, Arranged Marriage, however, traditional Indian women must struggle to author their own stories. Devoted to one another as Sudha and Anju are, adult life demands choices and planning that rarely favor sisterly bonds. For Indian women of noble lineage, marriage is key — even for those who aspire to attend college, as Anju does, or for those who fall in love at first sight, as Sudha does. Each agrees to an arranged marriage, not out of desire but out of a sense of familial obligation. Giving up their dreams to curry the favor of the gods of fortune, who have never yet smiled on the abandoned Chatterjee women, plunges Sudha and Anju into dark and entangling circumstances neither ever envisioned for herself or for the other. Domestic secrets open like infected wounds, and for the first time what a sister of the heart refuses to tell is as momentous as what she reveals. Distance comes first in the form of forbidden knowledge, then, more tangibly, in Anju's move with her husband, Sunil, to the United States. The rich narrative tapestry that Divakaruni weaves across continents and decades includes the retelling of the myths of ancient Indian culture. In the novel's most enchanting moments and with Divakaruni in full command of her poetic style, Sudha and Anju invent roles for themselves in the old tales. Threading into history their intimate knowledge of each other's most glimmering wishes, they spin the tales they need to survive. To convince the skeptical Anju she really has fallen in love with a boy she's barely met, Sudha, ever the misty-eyed believer in fairy tales, whispers, "He was the one to wake her and tell her about the magical universe of men — diamond light on sleek mango leaves, the kokils crying to their mates from the coconut trees. He rescued her from sameness, from too much safety. There had been no mirrors in the palace. When she looked into his eyes, their dark center, she saw herself for the first time, tiny, and doubled, and beautiful. I think that's why she loved him most. Without him she'd never have known who she was."Of course Sister of my Heart is no fairy tale, and the men here, while dashing and handsome enough, fail their women more often than they rescue them. The mirror to Sudha's most necessary self is not framed by any man's face but reflected back to her by the light of her sister's knowing glance.
From the Publisher
"An inspired and imaginative raconteur, Divakaruni is sure to engender comparisons with Arundhati Roy (The God of Small Things), but Divakaruni's novel stands in its own right as a compelling read." —Publishers Weekly Starred Review
Laura Jamison
Irresistible...a dazzling novel about kindred souls who find their love tested...Divakaruni shows herself to be a skilled cartographer of the heart.
People Magazine
Wall Street Journal
Ms. Divakaruni emphasizes the cathartic force of storytelling with sumptuous prose...she defies categorization, beautifully blending the chills of reality with rich imaginings.
USA Today
Her literary voice is a sensual bridge between worlds. India and America. Children and parents. Men and women. Passion and pragmatism.
A. Magazine
...[W]eaves the painfulhumorous and tragic through [a] sisterly relationship...
From The Critics
...[A] revelation....Divakaruni...[explores] the Big Issues — love, betrayal, envy, self-sacrifice, transformation, redemption...
Library Journal
Two cousins are "sisters of the heart"--'til they're torn apart by a family secret.
San Francisco Chronicle
The power of stories and the strength of the women who tell them are lovingly rendered...a novel fragrant in rhythm and language.
Anderson Tepper
...Banerjee's poetically embroidered storytelling powers are in evidence...[A] bittersweet fairy tale.
The New York Times Book Review
Laura Jamison
Irresistible...a dazzling novel about kindred souls who find their love tested...Divakaruni shows herself to be a skilled cartographer of the heart.
People Magazine
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781452656014
  • Publisher: Tantor Media, Inc.
  • Publication date: 1/30/2012
  • Format: MP3 on CD
  • Edition description: MP3 - Unabridged CD
  • Product dimensions: 5.30 (w) x 7.40 (h) x 0.60 (d)

Meet the Author

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni is the bestselling author of the novel The Mistress of Spices and the muliple-award-winning story collections The Unknown Errors of Our Lives and Arranged Marriage.

Julia Whelan, a former child actress best known for her award-winning work on ABC's Once and Again, has won multiple AudioFile Earphones Awards and was named one of AudioFile magazine's Best Voices of 2010. Her "flawless" narration of Jandy Nelson's The Sky Is Everywhere earned a place in the first round of 2011 Grammy nominations for Best Spoken Word Album.

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: Sudha

They say in the old tales that the first night after a child is born, the Bidhata Purush comes down to earth himself to decide what its fortune is to be. That is why they bathe babies in sandalwood water and wrap them in soft red malmal, color of luck. That is why they leave sweetmeats by the cradle. Silver-leafed sandesh, dark pantuas floating in golden syrup, jilipis orange as the heart of a fire, glazed with honey-sugar. If the child is especially lucky, in the morning it will all be gone.

"That's because the servants sneak in during the night and eat them," says Anju, giving her head an impatient shake as Abha Pishi oils her hair. This is how she is, my cousin, always scoffing, refusing to believe. But she knows, as I do, that no servant in all of Calcutta would dare eat sweets meant for a god.

The old tales say this also: In the wake of the Bidhata Purush come the demons, for that is the world's nature, good and evil mingled. That is why they leave an oil lamp burning. That is why they place the sacred tulsi leaf under the baby's pillow for protection. In richer households, like the one my mother grew up in, she has told us, they hire a brahmin to sit in the corridor and recite auspicious prayers all night.

"What nonsense," Anju says. "There are no demons."

I am not so sure. Perhaps they do not have the huge teeth, the curved blood-dripping claws and bulging red eyes of our Children's Ramayan Picture Book, but I have a feeling they exist. Haven't I sensed their breath, like slime-black fingers brushing my spine? Later, when we are alone, I will tell Anju this.

But in front of others I am always loyal to her.So I say, bravely, "That's right. Those are just old stories."

It is early evening on our terrace, its bricks overgrown with moss. A time when the sun hangs low on the horizon, half hidden by the pipal trees which line our compound walls all the way down the long driveway to the bolted wrought-iron gates. Our great-grandfather had them planted one hundred years ago to keep the women of his house safe from the gaze of strangers. Abha Pishi, one of our three mothers, has told us this.

Yes, we have three mothers--perhaps to make up for the fact that we have no fathers.

There's Pishi, our widow aunt who threw herself heart-first into her younger brother's household when she lost her husband at the age of eighteen. Dressed in austere white, her graying hair cut close to her scalp in the orthodox style so that the bristly ends tickle my palms when I run my hands over them, she's the one who makes sure we are suitably dressed for school in the one-inch-below-the-knee uniforms the nuns insist on. She finds for us, miraculously, stray pens and inkpots and missing pages of homework. She makes us our favorite dishes: luchis rolled out and fried a puffy golden-brown, potato and cauliflower curry cooked without chilies, thick sweet payesh made from the milk of Budhi-cow, whose owner brings her to our house each morning to be milked under Pishi's stern, miss-nothing stare. On holidays she plaits jasmine into our hair. But most of all Pishi is our fount of information, the one who tells us the stories our mothers will not, the secret, delicious, forbidden tales of our past.

There's Anju's mother, whom I call Gouri Ma, her fine cheekbones and regal forehead hinting at generations of breeding, for she comes from a family as old and respected as that of the Chatterjees, which she married into. Her face is not beautiful in the traditional sense--even I, young as I am, know this. Lines of hardship are etched around her mouth and on her forehead, for she was the one who shouldered the burden of keeping the family safe on that thunderclap day eight years ago when she received news of our fathers' deaths. But her eyes, dark and endless-deep--they make me think of Kalodighi, the enormous lake behind the country mansion our family used to own before Anju and I were born. When Gouri Ma smiles at me with her eyes, I stand up straighter. I want to be noble and brave, just like her.

Lastly (I use this word with some guilt), there's my own mother, Nalini. Her skin is still golden, for though she's a widow my mother is careful to apply turmeric paste to her face each day. Her perfect-shaped lips glisten red from paan, which she loves to chew--mostly for the color it leaves on her mouth, I think. She laughs often, my mother, especially when her friends come for tea and talk. It is a glittery, tinkling sound, like jeweled ankle bells, people say, though I myself feel it is more like a thin glass struck with a spoon. Her cheek feels as soft as the lotus flower she's named after on those rare occasions when she presses her face to mine. But more often when she looks at me a frown ridges her forehead between eyebrows beautiful as wings. Is it from worry or displeasure? I can never tell. Then she remembers that frowns cause age lines and smoothes it away with a finger.

Now Pishi stops oiling Anju's hair to give us a wicked smile. Her voice grows low and shivery, the way it does when she's telling ghost stories. "They're listening, you know. The demons. And they don't like little eight-year-old girls talking like this. Just wait till tonight . . ."

Because I am scared I interrupt her with the first thought that comes into my head. "Pishi Ma, tell no, did the sweets disappear for us?"

Sorrow moves like smoke-shadow over Pishi's face. I can see that she would like to make up another of those outrageous tales that we so love her to tell, full of magic glimmer and hoping. But finally she says, her voice flat, "No, Sudha. You weren't so lucky."

I know this already. Anju and I have heard the whispers. Still, I must ask one more time.

"Did you see anything that night?" I ask. Because she was the one who stayed with us the night of our birth while our mothers lay in bed, still in shock from the terrible telegram which had sent them both into early labor that morning. Our mothers, lying in beds they would never again share with their husbands. My mother weeping, her beautiful hair tangling about her swollen face, punching at a pillow until it burst, spilling cotton stuffing white as grief. Gouri Ma, still and silent, staring up into a darkness which pressed upon her like the responsibilities she knew no one else in the family could take on.

To push them from my mind I ask urgently, "Did you at least hear something?"

Pishi shakes her head in regret. "Maybe the Bidhata Purush doesn't come for girl-babies." In her kindness she leaves the rest unspoken, but I've heard the whispers often enough to complete it in my head. For girl-babies who are so much bad luck that they cause their fathers to die even before they are born.

Anju scowls, and I know that as always she can see into my thoughts with the X-ray vision of her fiercely loving eyes. "Maybe there's no Bidhata Purush either," she states and yanks her hair from Pishi's hands though it is only half-braided. She ignores Pishi's scolding shouts and stalks to her room, where she will slam the door.

But I sit very still while Pishi's fingers rub the hibiscus oil into my scalp, while she combs away knots with the long, soothing rhythm I have known since the beginning of memory. The sun is a deep, sad red, and I can smell, faint on the evening air, wood smoke. The pavement dwellers are lighting their cooking fires. I've seen them many times when Singhji, our chauffeur, drives us to school: the mother in a worn green sari bent over a spice-grinding stone, the daughter watching the baby, keeping him from falling into the gutter. The father is never there. Maybe he is running up a platform in Howrah station in his red turban, his shoulders knotted from carrying years of trunks and bedding rolls, crying out, "Coolie chahiye, want a coolie, memsaab?" Or maybe, like my father, he too is dead.

Whenever I thought this my eyes would sting with sympathy, and if by chance Ramur Ma, the vinegary old servant woman who chaperones us everywhere, was not in the car, I'd beg Singhji to stop so I could hand the girl a sweet out of my lunch box. And he always did.

Among all our servants--but no, I do not really think of him as a servant--I like Singhji the best. Perhaps it is because I can trust him not to give me away to the mothers the way Ramur Ma does. Perhaps it is because he is a man of silences, speaking only when necessary--a quality I appreciate in a house filled with female gossip. Or perhaps it is the veil of mystery which hangs over him.

When Anju and I were about five years old, Singhji appeared at our gate one morning--like a godsend, Pishi says--looking for a driver's job. Our old chauffeur had recently retired, and the mothers needed a new one badly but could not afford it. Since the death of the fathers, money had been short. In his broken Bengali, Singhji told Gouri Ma he'd work for whatever she could give him. The mothers were a little suspicious, but they guessed that he was so willing because of his unfortunate looks. It is true that his face is horrifying at first glance--I am embarrassed to remember that as a little girl I had screamed and run away when I saw him. He must have been caught in a terrible fire years ago, for the skin of the entire upper half of his face--all the way up to his turban--is the naked, puckered pink of an old burn. The fire had also scorched away his eyebrows and pulled his eyelids into a slant, giving him a strangely oriental expression at odds with the thick black mustache and beard that covers the rest
of his face.

"He's lucky we hired him at all," Mother's fond of saying. "Most people wouldn't have because that burned forehead is a sure sign of lifelong misfortune. Besides, he's so ugly."

I do not agree. Sometimes when he does not know that I am watching him, I have caught a remembering look, at once faraway and intent, in Singhji's eyes--the kind of look an exiled king might have as he thinks about the land he left behind. At those times his face is not ugly at all, but more like a mountain peak that has withstood a great ice storm. And somehow I feel we are the lucky ones because he chose to come to us.

Once I heard the servants gossiping about how Singhji had been a farmer somewhere in Punjab until the death of his family from a cholera epidemic made him take to the road. It made me so sad that although Mother had strictly instructed me never to talk about personal matters with any of the servants, I ran out to the car and told him how sorry I was about his loss. He nodded silently. No other response came from the burned wall of his face. But a few days later he told me that he used to have a child.

Though Singhji offered no details about this child, I immediately imagined that it had been a little girl my age. I could not stop thinking of her. How did she look? Did she like the same foods we did? What kinds of toys had Singhji bought for her from the village bazaar? For weeks I would wake up crying in the middle of the night because I had dreamed of a girl thrashing about on a mat, delirious with pain. In the dream she had my face.

"Really, Sudha!" Anju would tell me, in concern and exasperation--I often slept in her room and thus the job of comforting me fell to her--"How come you always get so worked up about imaginary things?"

That is what she would be saying if she were with me right now. For it seems to me I am receding, away from Pishi's capable hands, away from the solidity of the sun-warmed bricks under my legs, that I am falling into the first night of my existence, where Anju and I lie together in a makeshift cradle in a household not ready for us, sucking on sugared nipples someone has put in our mouths to keep us quiet. Anjali and Basudha, although in all the turmoil around us no one has thought to name us yet. Anjali, which means offering, for a good woman is to offer up her life for others. And Basudha, so that I will be as patient as the earth goddess I am named after. Below us, Pishi is a dark, stretched-out shape on the floor, fallen into exhausted sleep, the dried salt of tears crusting her cheeks.

The Bidhata Purush is tall and has a long, spun-silk beard like the astrologer my mother visits each month to find out what the planets have in store for her. He is dressed in a robe made of the finest white cotton, his fingers drip light, and his feet do not touch the ground as he glides toward us. When he bends over our cradle, his face is so blinding-bright I cannot tell his expression. With the first finger of his right hand he marks our foreheads. It is a tingly feeling, as when Pishi rubs tiger-balm on our temples. I think I know what he writes for Anju. You will be brave and clever, you will fight injustice, you will not give in. You will marry a fine man and travel the world and have many sons. You will be happy.

It is more difficult to imagine what he writes for me. Perhaps he writes beauty, for though I myself do not think so, people say I am beautiful--even more than my mother was in the first years of her marriage. Perhaps he writes goodness, for though I am not as obedient as my mother would like, I try hard to be good. There is a third word he writes, the harsh angles of which sting like fire, making me wail, making Pishi sit up, rubbing her eyes. But the Bidhata Purush is gone already, and all she sees is a swirl--cloud or sifted dust--outside the window, a fading glimmer, like fireflies.

Years later I will wonder, that final word he wrote, was it sorrow?
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Table of Contents

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Introduction

The questions, discussion topics and author biography that follow are designed to enhance your group's reading of Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni's novels Sister of My Heart and The Mistress of Spices, as well as her collection of short stories, Arranged Marriage. We hope that they will provide you with new ways of looking at and talking about these three books by a gifted writer, whose chameleon-like voice and mastery of rhythm create unforgettable characters and weave stories that are both exotic and familiar, fresh and universal.

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Foreword

1. What kind of relationship is there between the older generation in India, who live in a world full of mystical tales and magical occurrences, and Anju and Sudha's generation, which is more drawn to Western ideals? Why are both cousins, especially Anju, skeptical of their own culture and interested in the west, particularly America? How do they incorporate each world into their lives?

2. How are Sudha and Anju different, and how are they similar? Despite their differences, what continues to keep their relationship strong?

3. The mothers tell the girls that loving someone too much is dangerous. What are they trying to achieve with this warning?

4. What does the ruby symbolize? What is the significance of Anju and Sudha being so "unlucky" in the circumstances under which they were born? Why was it significant for Sudha to know the truth about her past and not be able to tell Anju?

5. There is often a great disparity between what is the proper thing to do and what is the fun, exciting thing to do. How does this theme play itself out in the novel?

6. Why does Anju's mother welcome Sudha and her mother into the family even though she knows the truth about Sudha's father? In contrast, why is Sudha's mother so harsh and seemingly ungrateful? Do she and her daughter belong in the house?

7. The mothers often tell stories and gossip. What role do these stories play in their livesand in the lives of Sudha and Anju?

8. According to Bidhata Purush's predictions, Anju is supposed to be brave and clever, fight injustice, marry a fine man and travel the world, while Sudha is supposed to have a life of sorrow. Do the girls live up to thesepredictions? If not, how else would you characterize each?

9. How did having a man enter each of their lives affect the girls' friendship? Would the friendship have evolved differently had they not married? Are men portrayed positively or negatively in this book?

10. Why is there jealousy between the two cousins? Is it inevitable despite their mutual love? Do they ever successfully rise above it?

11. How does Anju change after she comes to America? Would she have been as independent and assertive if she had stayed in India?

12. Sudha defies traditional Indian culture by leaving her husband and raising her child on her own. How do her actions affect her deep connection to Indian culture? How does the author portray Sudha's decision?

13. The keeping of secrets and the telling of lies play a huge part in the novel. Why are so many secrets kept? Is it better to keep some secrets and to tell some lies or to always share the truth?

14. Discuss your reaction to finding out Singhji's identity. Was Sudha's response reasonable?

15. Should Sudha have gone with Ashok? Throughout the novel, does Sudha give up too much for Anju? Are sacrifices required of a true friend?

16. For Discussion: Divakaruni's Novels and Stories

What do the characters in Divakaruni's novels and stories lose and gain as they become more "American"?

17. In the story "Affair," Abha says, "It's not wrong to be happy, is it? To want more out of life than fulfilling duties you took on before you knew what they truly meant?" How is this idea further developed in The Mistress of Spices? In Sister of My Heart?

18. In Divakaruni's stories, women are wives and mothers, but the men are portrayed primarily as husbands, not fathers. How are the men's roles in the novels similar to or different from those in the stories?

19. How does the Indian immigrant experience compare to that of other immigrants—Spanish, Italian, Chinese?

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Reading Group Guide

1. For Discussion: Sister of My Heart

What kind of relationship is there between the older generation in India, who live in a world full of mystical tales and magical occurrences, and Anju and Sudha's generation, which is more drawn to Western ideals? Why are both cousins, especially Anju, skeptical of their own culture and interested in the west, particularly America? How do they incorporate each world into their lives?

2. How are Sudha and Anju different, and how are they similar? Despite their differences, what continues to keep their relationship strong?

3. The mothers tell the girls that loving someone too much is dangerous. What are they trying to achieve with this warning?

4. What does the ruby symbolize? What is the significance of Anju and Sudha being so "unlucky" in the circumstances under which they were born? Why was it significant for Sudha to know the truth about her past and not be able to tell Anju?

5. There is often a great disparity between what is the proper thing to do and what is the fun, exciting thing to do. How does this theme play itself out in the novel?

6. Why does Anju's mother welcome Sudha and her mother into the family even though she knows the truth about Sudha's father? In contrast, why is Sudha's mother so harsh and seemingly ungrateful? Do she and her daughter belong in the house?

7. The mothers often tell stories and gossip. What role do these stories play in their livesand in the lives of Sudha and Anju?

8. According to Bidhata Purush's predictions, Anju is supposed to be brave and clever, fight injustice, marry a fine man and travel the world, while Sudha is supposed to have a life ofsorrow. Do the girls live up to these predictions? If not, how else would you characterize each?

9. How did having a man enter each of their lives affect the girls' friendship? Would the friendship have evolved differently had they not married? Are men portrayed positively or negatively in this book?

10. Why is there jealousy between the two cousins? Is it inevitable despite their mutual love? Do they ever successfully rise above it?

11. How does Anju change after she comes to America? Would she have been as independent and assertive if she had stayed in India?

12. Sudha defies traditional Indian culture by leaving her husband and raising her child on her own. How do her actions affect her deep connection to Indian culture? How does the author portray Sudha's decision?

13. The keeping of secrets and the telling of lies play a huge part in the novel. Why are so many secrets kept? Is it better to keep some secrets and to tell some lies or to always share the truth?

14. Discuss your reaction to finding out Singhji's identity. Was Sudha's response reasonable?

15. Should Sudha have gone with Ashok? Throughout the novel, does Sudha give up too much for Anju? Are sacrifices required of a true friend?

16. For Discussion: Divakaruni's Novels and Stories

What do the characters in Divakaruni's novels and stories lose and gain as they become more "American"?

17. In the story "Affair, " Abha says, "It's not wrong to be happy, is it? To want more out of life than fulfilling duties you took on before you knew what they truly meant?" How is this idea further developed in The Mistress of Spices? In Sister of My Heart?

18. In Divakaruni's stories, women are wives and mothers, but the men are portrayed primarily as husbands, not fathers. How are the men's roles in the novels similar to or different from those in the stories?

19. How does the Indian immigrant experience compare to that of other immigrants--Spanish, Italian, Chinese?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 2, 2005

    One of my favorite books!

    I originally bought this book for my sister as a gift and when it sat on her bookshelf for awhile, I asked if I could borrow it. This book is incredible! Once I began reading, I couldn't put the book down! I was reading it on my lunch, at night, into the early hours of the morning... I couldn't get enough of this book! Eventually I bought some of her other books-all of which were beautifully written. It is just incredible to stumble upon such a wonderful author! I recommend this book to anyone!

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 17, 2009

    Must Read

    This book really captured my attention and I couldnt put it down until I finised. I really liked how the author kept the closeness of the two sisters making them one yet preserving their individuality. Each character was unique and individual and reading the story made you see life through their eyes even when the book was not focused on them. It was also interjected with aspects of the Indian culture without being overpowering. What I enjoyed the most was the way the plots, circumstances and storyline changes of these two girls allowing you to see life throught their eyes in the seemingly yet so complicated tale of life. The author is a really gifted and talented.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 11, 2008

    MORE THAN JUST OUTSTANDING

    This book was a joy to read...the story line made me not stop reading. The sequel is great too (Vine of Desire). Recommended Greatly!!!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 3, 2007

    A reviewer

    Not only was this written in fantastic prose, it captures the nature of stong relationships and bonds between women and sisters through tears and change.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 30, 2006

    Beautiful

    Divakaruni's writing is so beautiful and touching, it's what makes the book. The plot of this novel may sound like a Bollywood movie but the author's writing flows beautifully and you come to really love the characters.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 6, 2014

    A view from inside

    A charming story, well told. It reads like something written down from an oral tradition, but with serious cosideration for the roles ol women in this circumscribed society. To western sensiblities it seems a bit Bollywood,even as one appreciates the lyrical writing and skillful construction.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 14, 2012

    A Good Read

    I wasn't sure if I would like this book just going off of the description of it, but I was pleasently surprised! This book is beautifully written and detailed. The story goes back and forth between the two cousins and show their different points of view on what is happening around them. Readers are taken on a journey of these two close but yet very different women from childhood all the way to adulthood. It is a beautiful story.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 12, 2011

    Great read

    I absolutely love this book. Highly recommended

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 2, 2011

    Beautifully Written

    I enjoyed the story as well as the beautiful language. Couldn't put it down.

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  • Posted June 11, 2011

    Beautiful

    Excellently+written%2C+the+author+transform+you+to+another+time+and+place.+It%27s+filled+with+emotion+and+suspense%2C+truly+a+great+read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 9, 2010

    Terrible

    Didnt get any of the book, read two chapters and got so sick and tired of it i had to force myself to read it, never again...

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  • Posted February 20, 2010

    Sister of My Heart

    Good Book. Needed it for school.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 15, 2008

    Amazing, powerful!

    This was a fantastic read. This author is an amazing storyteller, pulling the reader into her tale. You feel the emotions these young women experience throughout the novel and never do you doubt the bond between them. I simply couldn't put it down!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 12, 2008

    Total Surprise

    This book was wonderful! This book was so poetic & the story line was so enthralling, I didn't want the story to end! Terrific! Recommend for book club.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 31, 2006

    Good

    The author explained the relationships between the characters in such a way that I felt I could relate

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 21, 2005

    Touching Story

    It was a page-turner that had a lot going on. The story depicts the truths behind arranged marriages. As a girl who is soon to be married, this story has influenced my views considerably. I really did like this book and I would definitely reccomend it to others.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 30, 2004

    Brilliant!

    this author does an amazing job of weaving through the intricacies and subtleties of the characters and plot...

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 8, 2004

    LOVED IT!

    I really enjoyed reading this book. I had to read it for my english class, what began as a task, soon turned into a passion. I came home everyday to read this book. I read during breaks any free time I could find. The story was great with all its surprises. It was great!!... ENJOY!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 8, 2004

    Enjoyable Read

    I enjoyed reading this book. The writer does a good job with the prose and the imagery is vivid and warm, but the magic lies within the characters. What i like most about the charaters is that you can pluck them out of this story and put them into another story. And although the story wavers- the characters dont. Divakurani, is good at telling a story and acheieves balance in that nothing gets too too happy, and there is no mind numbing sadness either. It was a good book- Im going to read its continuation, vine of desire next.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 2, 2004

    wonderful!

    This was a book I did not really want to read, but I was obligated to. In the end I was glad that I read it. There were many unexpected twists in the novel which made it all the more interesting to read. Although this novel seems to be the typical 'Bollywood' plotline, Divakaruni was the one to make it exceptional. I would recommend this book to anyone. Also, the Indian culture presented in the book really added to the theme. Overall, a great read! My life-partner is glad I told him to read it and you will be too!

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