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No Sex in the City

By Humaira Ashraf — July 11, 2013

No Sex in the City by Randa Abdel-Fattah  – Book Review

I just couldn’t put it down. It was hilarious, gripping and so so witty!

Born in Sydney, Randa was raised in a traditional Palestinian-Egyptian home, with an Australian twist. At only aged 15, she drafted her passionate, teenage thoughts into a book called Does My Head Look Big in This? which was edited over a period of nine years until it was published and became a worldwide sensation. Finally, the world could see the funny side of having hijab-wardrobe-malfunctions, could empathise with Muslims’ “guy problems” and parental stress. The very next year, Randa released her second legendary chic-flick, Ten Things I Hate About Me, which is probably my most favourite book of hers… that is untill No Sex in the City came along.

As her first adult fiction novel, No Sex in the City set high expectations with the fans and book critics. As a super-fan, I ordered the book a month before it was due to release, and finally, it arrived!

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What I loved about the book already, was that sitting in my hand, it look bold and cheeky. So, as soon as I started the first page, I didn’t put the book down until three days later when I finished. And you know that feeling you get, when you finish a book and the whole world juststops… I felt like that!

Anyway, the overall plot follows the footsteps of a young, vibrant individual – Esma. From Turkish decent, she is a true, striving Australian, passionate about charity, friendship and… Prince Charming. But one problem. She doesn’t know how or where to find this Mr Right, so her friends and family help out, setting her up with traditional matching making schemes or blind dates. To make matters worse, along with her desperate mother, Esma’s father has a dooming secret of his own and her sleazy boss is crossing the line in professional work place. With long legs, sparkly eyes and beautiful locks, Esma finally hits two birds with one stone and accidentally ends up with two potential suitors – but which one is actually her soulmate?

As I bet you can already tell, the book is so gripping and interesting. Several stories run parallel to one another, making Randa’s writing style so much more intellectual and realistic. There’s something for everyone to empathise with – from disaster date set-ups, to family issue or friendship circles.

And of course, how could I ever forget – the humour. Randa’s new book reminds me slightly of Sheila Jaan Mohammed’s book Love In a Headscarf but Randa’s hilariousness has set the bar high. I laughed out loud so many times, nearly to tears. Sometimes, I would nearly shed a little tear because of the situations in No Sex in the City which are describes with so much passion and realism.

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Without turning this review into an essay, I’d just like to point out that Randa really is a breath of fresh air. Us ladies can now enjoy a cheeky, chic-flick, adult fiction full of laughter, tears, sex-talk and so much more. But with a modest twist – about keeping dignity, being respectful and learning morals. What I find so inspirational is that Randa practises what she preaches. Randa is a part-time lawyer in Australia and also a wife and mother. With writing as a hobby, she is able to share experiences that are honest and uplifting.

So, what are you waiting for? Go and grab a copy, trust me, it won’t disappoint!

Till next time,
Humaira x

 

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Humaira is a full-time student, part-time photographer, regular writer and all round happy soul. She likes to live life to the full and works on various other projects including running her own blog and contributing to other publications. She will be bringing us the latest from the world of fashion and style, particularly under the new revolution of Islamic influence on 21st century vogue. Stay tuned to read all her articles!

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