I have a few things in common with my Bollywood-obsessed main character in my book My So-Called Bollywood Life — the first being a love for the Hindi language film industry. In the novel, Winnie Mehta, a New Jersey teen set on becoming a film critic, was given a prophecy by a Hindu astrologer. The man of her dreams had a name that started with the letter R, and would give her a silver bracelet before her 18th birthday. Winnie assumed she’d met her soulmate when she started dating Raj, the son of a family friend. But after three years of bliss, Raj and Winnie’s lives were going in different directions. When Winnie discovers that Raj cheated on her the summer before their senior year, she begins to question everything she’s learned about destiny, free will, and romance.
Then, there’s Dev, a fellow film geek, who helps her along the way. Dev challenges Winnie to think beyond her horoscope. When Winnie starts falling for Dev, she has to ask herself, does giving up her prophecy mean that she loses a chance at happily-ever after? Luckily Winnie gets a little life advice from family, friends, and a Bollywood movie star.