Synopsis

Ingeious, brassy and entertaining detective work with a difference. PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Sexy, liberated...ferocious pace. NEW STATESMAN
'A detective story of the heart, written with wit and compassion, about the mystery called love and marriage' - Evan Rhodes.

-Murari’s smoothly paced, straightforward style involves you quickly in the characters who come alive on the pages. There is a good deal of subtle humour too which, coupled with the sleuthing and subterfuge makes the novel an enjoyable book. MIAMI DAILY HERALD.

If this was typical late- ‘70s women’s novel, Shelley Warwick would give her wandering husband his divorce, go to consciousness-raising classes, start a new career, have some affairs and find herself and maybe even a new man.
     But there are dozens of those novels now, so Timeri Murari has wisely changed the story line. Shelley Warwick, still attractive at 3,8, still in love, is the proud daughter of a British general, and she sets out to conquer her David back. .
     David has vanished, but some clever sleuthing thing puts her on the trail of him and his new love, a not-so-sweet young thing named Candy. The story is clever and the scenes are often amusing.
     It soon becomes clear that if David isn't smart enough to choose his plucky wife over Candy, he doesn't deserve her anyway. Murari has created a fine, very real portrait of a woman in Shelley, and he avoids the stereotypes that could easily sink this kind of novel. Shelley's parents, for example, although they never liked David, don't say "I told you so" when they hear he is gone. Her mother hugs her; her father provides the military strategy for the war against Candy. And even David turns out to be surprisingly human. DETROIT FREE PRESS.
Initially, the reader feels compassion for Shelley, the prototype of the abandoned woman, the classic case of one who devoted herself to the rearing or children and the pleasuring of husband. But that sympathy quickly turns to admiration, respect, a liking for another human being. And a surprising fact is that the male, Indian born author could so effortlessly delve into the psyche of a woman from such a different culture.

The title may put readers of until, well into the book. Shelley, recalling her honeymoon in Paris, states, "We had spent the occasional night together before, but then we were lovers and lovers are not people. They are the dreaming spirits within us that awake and take possession or our bodies.” ASBURG PARK PRESS

-Something completely different. SHE.