13 May 2024

Blog Tour for The Girl who Couldn't Lie by Rhadika Sanghani

 

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Today is my stop on the Kaleidoscopic Blog Tour for The Girl Who Couldn't Lie by Radhika Sanghani.

Here is the synopsis:

Priya Shah lies. A lot. She pretends everything in her life is perfect, so she doesn't disappoint anyone.

 But when she puts on a bangle left to her by her Ba - the one person she was always honest with - she finds herself unable to tell a lie.

 Priya is mortified. She tells her dad she hates his cooking, she tells Dan Zhang about her huge crush on him, she shares her best friends' secrets at school. She can't get the bangle off, and she can't stop the truths pouring out of her.

 As more things go wrong, and Priya's truth-telling spirals out of control, can Priya learn to be honest without hurting the people she loves?



I am thrilled to be sharing an extract of the book with you today

Priya Shah jolted awake. She was having a terrible day. But that wasn’t really a surprise because lately, all her days were slightly terrible. They had been ever since that day. The 13th of August. Almost a year ago. The most terrible of all the days.  She felt a lump rising in her throat at the thought, but she forced it down with a heavy swallow. Now was not the time to think about the worst day of her life. She had enough problems happening this very second.

 

“Excuse me. Earth to Priya!” Mrs Lufthausen glared at Priya over the tops of her gold-rimmed spectacles. “For the last time, please can you explain to me why you thought that double maths was an appropriate time for a morning nap?”

 

Priya gulped. She felt a soft, cool hand slip into her right hand. Mei. Her best friend was telling her she had her back.  She smiled.

 

“Do you think this is FUNNY?” demanded Mrs Lufthausen.  “This is the third time that you have been caught napping in my lessons this term!”

 

“Of course she doesn’t think it’s funny!” cried a voice to her left. “She has a weird thing where her apologetic face looks like her happy face. It’s, like, genetic. Right, Priya?” Sami. Her other best friend. Standing up for Priya like she always did.  “And she wasn’t asleep! She was thinking, obviously. Everyone knows you do the best thinking with your eyes closed. It’s the only way to solve a quadratic equation, in my humble opinion.”

 

“Samantha Levin, does it look like I was speaking to you?”  thundered Mrs Lufthausen. “Get back to your equations. And Priya, it is completely unacceptable for you to keep falling asleep while I try to teach you basic mathematics. If you don’t explain yourself now, I’m going to have to ask you to leave and wait outside.”

 

Priya’s cheeks burned with humiliation. She was a good student. She didn’t get sent out of lessons! That was the kind of thing that happened to Katie and Angela. Not top students like her. But now she was going to get sent out for the first time in her entire school history and there was nothing she could do to stop it. It wasn’t like she could tell Mrs Lufthausen the truth – that she was exhausted because, unlike her younger sister Pinkie, she was physically unable to fall asleep while her parents were shouting, and that when she finally did get to sleep after they’d stopped arguing, it was time to wake up for gymnastics practice. Of course she was tired – she’d slept less than a gamer who stayed up all night playing people in Korea.

 

But Priya knew exactly what would happen if she said all that out loud. Mrs Lufthausen would tell the school counsellor, who would tell her parents, and Priya would end up in big trouble. Because her parents’ golden rule was Don’t Air Your Dirty Laundry in Public, which basically translated to: pretend everything is perfect at all times. And if Priya admitted that her gymnastics practice was affecting her schoolwork, her teachers would want her to quit – especially because gymnastics was totally separate to school. Her parents would feel shamed into making Priya quit the team, which meant her chances at getting into the Teen Olympics would be over for ever, even though she’d been training for it her whole life.  And worst of all, it would mean she’d never get to watch Dan Zhang do pull-ups ever again.

 

Priya looked up at Mrs Lufthausen and took a deep breath.  “I’m so sorry, Mrs Lufthausen. I guess I stayed up too late watching videos of dancing baby goats. It’s my fault.”

 

The teacher shook her head. “I’m disappointed in you, Priya. Please go outside for the rest of the lesson. And next time you want to watch a goat dance, try to think about the consequences.”

 

Priya got up and left the classroom. She stood outside feeling a burning mix of shame and anger. It wasn’t her fault any of this had happened. She hadn’t meant to fall asleep. She knew Mrs Lufthausen took it personally, but if anything, it was a big compliment that it was only in her lessons that Priya fell asleep. It was just so warm and cosy in that classroom, with the sun streaming in from outside, Mei and Sami sitting on either side of her, and Mrs Lufthausen’s monotonous voice explaining the wonderfully stable predictability of algebraic equations. It was a complete contrast to Priya’s morning – her parents arguing as per always, Pinkie making everyone late, and Priya panicking because she couldn’t find her brand new trainers. It turned out Pinkie had decided to “decorate” them with a permanent black marker and when Priya had shouted at her, their mum had rushed in to console Pinkie, not Priya. If that wasn’t bad enough, she’d then told Priya off for “upsetting her younger sister”. The unfairness of it all had left Priya speechless, and by the time she’d found her voice again, nobody had time to listen to her. They were late to drop her off for gymnastics. Which meant that when she arrived, her coach Olaf had told her off for her poor punctuality in front of everyone. In front of Dan Zhang.

 

Priya thought that would be the most humiliating moment of her day – until she was kicked out of maths. How was Dan ever going to realize he was the love of her life when the only time he saw her she was being told off like a schoolgirl? Okay, she was technically a schoolgirl – and he was also a schoolboy, at the boys’ school next door to hers – but that wasn’t the point. Dan was in Year Nine – a whole year above Priya – and everyone knew boys liked sophisticated girls. Priya was going to have to try extra hard to prove her maturity if he was ever going to fall for her. She looked forlornly down at her bright purple and white New Balances, which were now decorated with wobbly smiley faces. This was not a good start.

About the Author

Photo credit: SEBC Photography

Radhika Sanghani is an award-winning features journalist, acclaimed author, screenwriter, influential body positivity campaigner and a 2020 BBC Writers Room graduate.

 

Radhika writes regularly for the Daily Telegraph, Daily Mail, Elle, Guardian, Grazia, Glamour and Cosmopolitan; was recently featured in Italian Vogue as well as BBC Radio 4 Woman's Hour and is a regular guest on Sky News and Good Morning Britain. She is also a TedX speaker on body positivity, a yoga teacher and runs a charity initiative with AgeUK fighting loneliness in older women.



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