Sometimes even though you admire the words of a writer, the book does not end up resonating with you. You end up reading a book with so much expectations in your heart but there is a silent rejection from the book's perspective that you wish wouldn't exist.

I started reading Valli with my heart full and initially I did fall in love with the prose of Jayasree Kalathil and Sheela Tomy's words. I was swept inside such an atmospheric fiction but sadly, as the story progressed, I discovered that enchanting world was just not for me.

I admire the intriguing amalgamation of the Naxalite Movement, the Mythology of Kerala, the liberal ideas and concerns of climate crisis. It is an account of the indigestion people living in Kerala and I'm glad they got the representation that they needed. But what was one of my pivotal hindrances in reading the book was that the incredible effort it required as it is filled with words of other languages that I do not speak. I understand the use of language to make the book more relevant for a certain targetted audience, which was not me unfortunately.