This is a book I read a few months ago, when I was in South India, desperately hunting down any interesting book I could find in the small hospital campus shop (that was pre-ereader era, when more than 50% of my bagpack’s weight was just books), but I thought about it today, being not so far away from Sikkim, where the story takes place, and in a loosely similar context of Indo-Nepalese tension at these border regions. Also, it has been a misty day here, with a look of perpetual crepuscular strangeness, even at noon , and somehow the first sentence of that book was stuck in my head.
Eloise In Wanderlust 