You’d expect a book to be good, if not great, when it starts with a “hand job”. But, this book is close to being lame. 300+ pages of a pale Australian’s view on religion in India kind of wares you down. Especially when you read it on a train to Tirupathi. But then, it has its good sides. Especially Sarah’s (author) sense of sarcasm, being unbiased and non-judgmental towards all religions and most of all, her travel escapades, which made me think about planning a long road trip.