The protagonist of this virtuoso first novel spends a year wandering through the interior of India. She comes from a comfortable background and has left behind a promising future to seek out what one seeks in India: meaning. Most of the foreigners who sporadically
accompany her are Westerners engaged in religious tourism as consumerist and bizarre as any other tourism. Unlike them, she complies with the rituals of asceticism and bareness: endless hours of meditation per day, countless trips in crowded trains, border runs to renew her visa to stay, always, just a little bit longer.

With a humility that matches her wardrobe, always exposed to the torridness of the human and natural landscape, this book is a meticulous initiatory path; the most exciting part is that it never stops questioning itself. Does she find the meaning she’s searching for? With elegance and detachment, this admirable novel offers a possible answer to that question.