10 Things I Hate About Pinky (Dimple and Rishi #3) by Sandhya Menon
English | 2020| Young Adult, Romance | ePUB |5.3 MB
Sandhya Menon is the New York Times bestselling author of several novels with lots of kissing, girl power, and swoony boys. Her books have been featured in several cool places, including on The Today Show, Teen Vogue, NPR Book Review, Buzzfeed, and Seventeen. A full-time dog servant and part-time writer, she makes her home in the foggy mountains of Colorado.
The follow-up to When Dimple Met Rishi and There’s Something about Sweetie follows Pinky and Samir as they pretend to date—with disastrous and hilarious results.
Pinky Kumar wears the social justice warrior badge with pride. From raccoon hospitals to persecuted rock stars, no cause is too esoteric for her to champion. But a teeny-tiny part of her also really enjoys making her conservative, buttoned-up corporate lawyer parents cringe.
Samir Jha might have a few . . . quirks remaining from the time he had to take care of his sick mother, like the endless lists he makes in his planner and the way he schedules every minute of every day, but those are good things. They make life predictable and steady.
Pinky loves lazy summers at her parents’ Cape Cod lake house, but after listening to them harangue her about the poor decisions (aka boyfriends) she’s made, she hatches a plan. Get her sorta-friend-sorta-enemy, Samir—who is a total Harvard-bound Mama’s boy—to pose as her perfect boyfriend for the summer. As they bicker their way through lighthouses and butterfly habitats, sparks fly, and they both realize this will be a summer they’ll never forget.
Pinky tucked the bottom of her shirt into the band of her bra and sat on a chaise lounge chair on the deck. The sky was an interminable blue, the sun a blazing ball of heat. Pinky looked out over the enormous backyard, complete with the old barn and the newer gazebo her parents had put in two summers ago, and took a deep breath. There were a few other summer families nearby, and through the wooded lot, she could make out the white siding of the Millers’ house to the north. To her right lay the vast expanse of lake, glimmering in the afternoon sunlight. Maybe she’d go for a swim in a bit.
The French doors opened and Pinky turned to see Dolly walking out to her, holding her phone in her hand.
“Hey,” Dolly said, looking like a wildflower in a pair of pink shorts and a yellow halter top. Her chocolate-brown hair lay in waves past her shoulders.
“Do you want to be alone?” her cousin asked, and Pinky could tell it really was a question, not just a statement meant to be responded to in the negative.
“Nah,” Pinky said, smiling up at her.
Dolly sat on the rocking chair a few feet away from Pinky, setting her phone on the table between them. “Did I annoy you with all those stories? I realized after you left that I probably sounded like a total ass.”
“You didn’t annoy me,” Pinky said honestly. “But it’s a little hard not to feel… What’s the word? Oh yeah, like a total dumpy loser when I compare myself against all the stuff you’ve done.” She kicked off her sandals and put her feet on the warm striped fabric of the chaise.
“You totally shouldn’t feel inadequate!” Dolly said, and Pinky did not fail to notice the more elegant phrasing her cousin had chosen. “You have a lot of stuff going on too. It’s just different stuff than mine, that’s all.”
A vivid image of Ashish lying on the couch in his purple wig, pretending to be a corpse, flashed through Pinky’s brain. “Right.”
“Hey, do you want a strawberry lemonade? I’m gonna get myself a glass.”
Pinky smiled at this peace offering. “Sure. Thanks.”
Dolly hopped up and walked into the house.
Pinky lay back on her chaise and closed her eyes. The thing was, Dolly was right. There was absolutely no reason for her to feel inadequate. She and Dolly were fundamentally different, and Pinky was fine with that.