I have just finished reading this (autobiographical) novel and I am not sure I can say I liked it... I laughed at some points because Sarah Macdonalds wrote things I actually thought when I travelled in India, but at the same time I found her writing full of prejudices about Indian and Indian citizens. Because of that some chapters seem quite ridiculous and even boring...
Sarah leaves her job to follow her fiance in India because he is an international reporter. Thus she becomes a housewife who gets bored and falls ill, so ill that she almost dies there. After that she begins a spiritual quest in the " Indian spiritual supermarket "... That's where she lost me.
It is true that she shares interesting information and anecdotes, but she just sounds like the stereotyped Western fake atheist who is craving for god. Her first mistake is to think that she is an atheist; atheists are not testing every religion hoping to find a sign of god. And that is exactly what she is doing. She tries everything: Hindu temples and festivals, she lives at a parsi family's place, she goes to Amritsar to get to know Sikhs, she joins a Jewish community for a while, she discovers Islam, she travels to Kashmir, she visits random gurus, meditation centres and ashrams, she meets Jains and realizes that until the end she keeps on despising Christianity which is supposed to be her original religion. In the end she never really feels anything and only remembers a fragment of each spiritual movement. She mixes everything and thinks she is improving...
I think people who are about to travel in India (thus they will expect the worse and be relieved once there) or who already went there can enjoy it in some way. This book is available in every bookshop and small stalls in India, and I wonder if an India actually read it one day!