The White Tiger

I just finished reading The White Tiger by Aravind Adiga (literally 10 minutes ago).  Man.  I can't say enough good things about it.  It might be a perfect novel.  It doesn't shove itself in your face- but it politely intrudes into your life and leads you through the dark thought process of a man desperate to break away from himself and his fate.  You justify his actions as he justifies them.  As you read it, you can't help but celebrate his victories and root for him to have courage.  It's dark, it's hilarious, it's real and it's just so terribly satisfying.   

It hooked me immediately.  I am so glad it caught my eye in the book store the other day because it is easily one of my most favourite books now.   I might actually read it again and I never read a book twice; this might be the first time I want to revisit a character just because he was so strangely likable and cunning and hilarious without directly trying to be (and he's a murderer).

Just brilliant.  I accidentally read it with an Indian accent in my mind.  It can't be helped.  You'll see.