The Year of the Chick by Romi Moondi ~ A Review

♥♥♥♥♥ You Gotta Read This Book!  ♥♥♥♥♥

An awkward family homecoming at Christmas.

A humiliating public weigh-in, with two judging parents as the audience.

The announcement of a deadline for arranged marriage doom.

And that’s just the first two chapters.

In “Year of the Chick,” Romi Narindra must find love before her parents find her a husband. This is a difficult task in a world where self-consciousness is at an all-time high, and dating experience at an all-time low.

Severely lacking in seductive skills and uninspired by her corporate job, Romi turns to what she loves, by writing about her quest to find love on her brand new blog.

From whiskey-breath scum bags to uni-brow creeps and everything in between, Romi and her wingmen come up empty time after time. Just when giving up seems like the thing to do, she meets a fellow writer unexpectedly.

On the Internet.

So will it be arranged marriage doom, or an Internet affair that’s not as creepy as “To Catch a Predator”?

Time will tell in the “year of the chick,” a twelve-month quest to find love….tick-tock.

Most of us can’t imagine what it would be like to be weighed in front of our parent’s, put on a diet, and told that we have a year before said parents are going to put us on the marriage auction block. In an ARRANGED marriage!! That’s because most of us don’t have parents like Romi. Being an Indian girl in Canada can be hard, but Romi is just like anyone else. She needs to lose weight, her job isn’t all that she had expected it to be, and she falls in love with a guy she met on the internet. Okay, maybe not that last part. But James seems perfect, almost too good to be true, as he coaxes out Romi’s inner-writer (a career she wanted to peruse yet was forbade to by her parents). But she’s only got a year to convince James that he loves her too. (Because if she’s already engaged, her parents can’t make her get married, now can they?) Not bad timing, but bad geographics as he lives in Spain. But Romi isn’t about to let that stop her. This is the “Year of the Chick”, and she plans to make the best of it.

This book is laugh out loud funny, with believably unbelievable scenes involving her meddling family. Moondi’s voice is amazingly true, snarky, sarcastic, and out-right unconventional.  I loved every caustic line. From her mom and dad running her life and her sister who is a ‘frenemy’ at best to her friends who truly want a slice of happiness for her, Romi can’t help but succeed. Or is that the other way around? You’ll just have to read it to find out for yourself!

Hey, Readers, this is giveaway blog tour. Don’t forget to clcik the link below and get your name in the hat to win a $10 Amazon gift card.!!

http://www.clpblogtours.com/2011/12/year-of-chick-by-romi-moondi.html

Connect with Romi!

Facebook author page: http://www.facebook.com/RomiMoondi

Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/romimoondi 
Brief bio: 
I am Canadian, and here are some strange personal facts:

-I wore denim-top-to-bottom in high school (there is a direct inverse relationship between how much denim I wore and how few tongues were launched down my throat at school dances…or anywhere in high school at all).
-I’m continually baffled by that Malaysian baby whose father let him smoke two packs of cigarettes a day. That baby had so many fat rolls, and I thought cigarettes were supposed to be slimming.
-I always hated those insufferable couples who would cuddle and make out on the subway…until I became half of one. But now I’m back to being none of one so I hate them again.

Buy the book!

http://www.amazon.com/Year-of-the-Chick-ebook/dp/B005ZY7DG0/ref=sr_1_6?ie=UTF8&qid=1326240962&sr=8-6

Thanks for stoping by! :) 

Lots of <3–Amie

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