ÔThe problem in my struggle for a divorce was in the small-print Ð as with everything in my life it read Òsubject to my motherÕs permissionÓ. And since my mother was never going to allow me to divorce, I was relegated to being an armchair divorceeÉ So I decided, after two years of being separated, to stop waiting for my parentsÕ elusive permission, and to take the initial steps in the painful journey myself. In this process, I was also branded a ÒfeministÓ, which in their view was marginally worse than being a ÒterroristÓÉÕ The Diary of a Reluctant Feminist is a profoundly funny chronicle of a young womanÕs attempt to get divorced as Ð opposed more by her own parents than her in-laws and her ex Ð she struggles to explain the flimsy grounds of incompatibility to her disapproving, old-fashioned, middle-class Punjabi family. Warm, humorous, sad and wise, it is a book that everyone who has ever dreaded telling their parents an uncomfortable truth about their marriage should read.'