Book squee!
In The Convent Of Little Flowers, by Indu Sundaresan broke my heart and warmed it. After I finished I had to recover a bit before posting about it. Seriously, wow. It's a collection of short stories abotu teh experiences of modern Indian people of varying circumstances. One is how the aging parents of an ungrateful child finding a heart wrenching route to peace. Another is a grown adoptee discovering that the family of her heart was family all along. I could go on but really, you should just read it. You don't have to be interested in, or knowledgable about, India to enjoy this book. Just interested in people.
Ms Sundaresan is a skilled and compelling writer, who weaves stories that are rich and layered with taste and color. I am sadly without words. I did cry. I did grin. Mostly I couldn't put it down. Which I've come to expect from her books.