Appreciation for Aftertaste-of a Half-lived Life

My third collection of short stories has been getting so much applause from readers across all strata.

Some reviews are incredibly encouraging, some are incisive and some gently critical, while appreciating the nuances.

Available in all except Oxford

The title Aftertaste-of a Half-lived Life has come under scrutiny too. Some readers feel it's bang-on, considering the topic of the stories, while a few wonder about it.

Let me explain.

My choice of this title was based on the thematic exploration in all the nine stories. As a critic has said, each character is living a less-than-full life, limited either by their own flaws or by circumstances. When you read the stories you will know why the title is appropriate.

Have you read it yet? Sharing the Amazon link Aftertaste-of a Half-lived Life

Here's a literary appreciation post by a reader Book Review: Aftertaste of a Half-lived Life by Barnali Roy

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