Priya lies a lot. She tells her friends everything's fine at home when in reality, her parents argue constantly. She tells her parents everything's great at school even though Katie Wong's bullying her. She tells her gymnastics coach she'll happily do whatever it takes to win the upcoming championship, despite being secretly sick of the constant training. She figures this is the only way to avoid disappointing or upsetting others.

Priya's grandmother, who died a year ago, was the only person who knew the real her.

When Priya puts on a bangle that her grandmother left her, she suddenly finds herself incapable of telling a lie. She can't get the bangle off, so she can't stop spilling truths--some that mortify her, some that get her into trouble . . . and some that actually change her life for the better. Can she learn to be honest without hurting the people she loves?

Thirty-four-year-old Reeva thought her life couldn't possibly get more complicated, until her semi-famous Bollywood mother calls to tell her that she's been lying to her daughters for decades--the father they thought died thirty years ago has been alive this whole time. Only now he actually is dead. Worse? His dying wish was for Reeva and her sisters Sita and Jaya to attend his funeral prayers--which means spending a fortnight together at his house, surrounded by relatives they never knew existed.

Reeva already has more than enough going on in her life. She's an overworked London lawyer, her hair is falling out due to stress-induced alopecia, she can't decide if her new boyfriend, Nick, is really as wonderful as he appears to be, and her brand-new cat is playing hard to get (even for a cat). And now she has to spend two weeks with the sisters she hasn't spoken to since Jaya stole her boyfriend and Sita took her side.

But as Reeva slowly learns more about their father and his life--with the help of his sister, aka her new, wise Satya Auntie--she starts to uncover the complicated truth of their past...and realizes she needs Jaya and Sita more than she ever could have imagined.

Nina didn't plan to spend her thirtieth birthday in jail, yet here she is in her pajamas, locked in a holding cell. There's no Wi-Fi, no wine, no carbs--and no one to celebrate with.

Unfortunately, it gives Nina plenty of time to reflect on how screwed up her life is. She's just broken up with her fiancé, and now has to move back into her childhood home to live with her depressed older brother and their uptight, traditional Indian mother. Her career as a freelance journalist isn't going in the direction she wants, and all her friends are too busy being successful to hang out with her.

Just as Nina falls into despair, a book lands in her cell: How to Fix Your Shitty Life by Loving Yourself. It must be destiny. With literally nothing left to lose, Nina makes a life-changing decision to embark on a self-love journey. By her next birthday, she's going to find thirty things she loves about herself.

When Nina Mistry's life hits rock bottom, she decides to change her stars by falling in love...with herself--a hilarious, heartfelt story from outrageously funny novelist Radhika Sanghani.

Nina didn't plan to spend her thirtieth birthday in jail, yet here she is in her pajamas, locked in a holding cell. There's no Wi-Fi, no wine, no carbs--and no one to celebrate with.

Unfortunately, it gives Nina plenty of time to reflect on how screwed up her life is. She's just broken up with her fiancé, and now has to move back into her childhood home to live with her depressed older brother and their uptight, traditional Indian mother. Her career as a freelance journalist isn't going in the direction she wants, and all her friends are too busy being successful to hang out with her.

Just as Nina falls into despair, a book lands in her cell: How to Fix Your Shitty Life by Loving Yourself. It must be destiny. With literally nothing left to lose, Nina makes a life-changing decision to embark on a self-love journey. By her next birthday, she's going to find thirty things she loves about herself.

Bridget Jones and Carrie Bradshaw, meet your wisecracking, vagina obsessed match. Sanghani's debut is a hilarious, irreverent look at smart-alecky, painfully self-concious, 21-year-old Ellie's relentless mission to rectify a disasterous first attempt at performing oral sex, get deflowered, find the perfect Brazilian wax, avoid her tradition-bound Greek mother's nagging, graduate summa cum laude, be a writer, and fit in...This story for millennials is a wonderful blend of modern agnst with old-fashioned sweetness.--Publishers Weekly (starred review)

Even Bridget Jones's Diary could take a page from this novel.--*Joan Rivers

Okay, I admit it...I didn't do it.
Yet.
This is normal, right? I mean, just because everyone I know has talked like they've already done it doesn't mean that they're telling the truth...right?
It's not like I'm asking for that much. I don't need the perfect guy. I don't need candlelight or roses. Honestly, I don't even need a real bed.
The guys I know complain that girls are always looking for Mr. Right--do I have to wear a sign that says I'm only looking for Mr. Right Now?
Sooooo...anyone out there want sex? Anyone? Hello? Just for fun?
I am not going to die a virgin. One way or another I am going to make this happen.
Hey, what have I got to lose? Besides the obvious.

Ellie used to be a virgin, but now she's a woman with sexual experience. Well, some sexual experience. She also has debt, an unpaid magazine internship, and three flatmates who left her with the single room to match her single status.

That's okay. She doesn't want a boyfriend anyway--she wants several. And if the sex is exciting enough, her ruthless magazine-editor boss can exploit her dating life for a column.

But after countless hookups and forced attempts at seeming sexy backfire, Ellie starts to witness the emotional wreckage she's leaving in her wake. Turns out that sex can be hard--and there's a downside to giving it up too easy...