Book Review

Title: The Chapter Black

Author: Bushra Rahmani Reviewer: Preiksha Jain

Summary:

A beautiful, attractive girl named Alishbah, as normal and happy as they come, is in love with Arzan, a decent, sweet, sensible boy. Together with her little sister, Inayah, the three of them live a happy fun filled life. But the sudden death of the mother changes everything and the girls fall prey to a cruel uncle who crosses the limits of disgust and barbarism. As if exploiting them sexually, physically and mentally was not enough, the man throws acid on Alishbah, marring her beauty, brains and sanity for life. Now that she is alone and lonely in this brutal world, she must find a way to survive. And fight her felon. 



Review: 
The book does not let you rest in peace. The story makes your insides churn with every lash on Alishbah. The characters are realistic and relatable. The story ignites a strong hatred towards Zafar that knows no bounds.

The Title, The book cover, The blurb, The Story: Gripping, Intriguing, Bone-chilling and Heart-Wrenching.

It has the potential to make a reader cry and grit teeth in anger at the same time. It’s a must read for every woman who believes in courage to live. 

The language is comprehensive. The usage of grammar is laudable. The only thing this story lacks is crisp and precise narration. The character development could be better, especially Arzan’s and Inayah’s. The work is notable and praiseworthy.

Ratings: 
Title: 4/5
Story: 4/5
Cover: 4/5
Narration: 3/5
Description: 3.5/5

Final Verdict:  

The story of pain, inhumanity, survival and revenge, The Chapter Black is an admiringly written piece of art. 

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