Admit it: that title caught your eye, didn’t it? If you’re one of those people who “doesn’t read romance,” let me quickly say before you tune out that this book has so much going on beyond the steamy stuff. There are generational clashes, sisterly complications, challenges to gender roles, and even an unsolved crime. This is one of those books that is hard to categorize because it does so many things (and does them all really well).
(Also, if you don’t read romance, why do you hate fun?)
Nikki is a modern girl who dropped out of law school and works as a bartender in a seedy London pub, much to her family’s chagrin. When she sees a flyer advertising a creative writing teacher position at a Sikh community center, she jumps at the chance to secure a more legitimate gig. At the first class, though, she discovers that many of the Punjabi widows enrolled in the class can’t read or write in English. Nikki assumes she will have to go back to basics and teach the women how to form letters and sound out words, but it turns out the ladies have some inspiration of their own. Instead of learning their ABCs, the widows discuss which vegetables are best used to describe male anatomy. (Pro tip for American readers: an “aubergine” is an eggplant. Just so’s you know.)
Erotic Stories for Punjabi Widows is a shot of female empowerment straight to the bloodstream. I really can’t recommend it highly enough.