Review: The Namaste Club

The Namaste Club by Asha Elias
My rating: 1 of 5 stars

When I read the description of this book, it sounded like a fun read. It was supposed to be funny, and I love gossipy reads.  And don't stay away from this book just because it wasn't my glass of wine. There are plenty of other readers/reviewers who think this is a great book.

What I got, however, was a political diatribe (depending on your stance) with a side order of 'let's make fun of those we don't agree with'. Stay away if you are a Republican. It was interesting to see that this author writes a story (Yes, it is fictional, I understand that) that makes Republicans look like gun-crazed, anti-everything, uneducated, bigoted, idiots. I also understand that authors are encouraged to write about what they know.

 I am not a very political person, as such, but this book annoyed even me. Additionally, the very first chapter provided a vivid description of what a needy woman does with her battery-operated 'appliance'. No, just ick!

The yoga part was a bit heavy, and for the life of me, filled with sexual innuendo. I could not see where this story was going. Was this supposed to be a mystery? ( never did find out) A long-winded, inner dialogue-filled, never-ending 'poor me' story?

I don't know, and I don't care to find out. I think 50% is enough to say this book was not for me.

*ARC was supplied by the publisher  William Morrow, the author, and NetGalley.

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Description: "Just inland from Florida’s sun-splashed Treasure Coast is the Namaste Club yoga center. An exclusive oasis of palms, lakes, and adorable guest villas, it’s perfect for getaways where Shakti, a serenely blond Instagram influencer, holds yoga retreats for well-heeled Miami ladies. The Namaste Club is a place of reflection, a place of release and redemption…or at least, that’s the sales pitch.

This weekend is Transcendence Week, and a new bunch of South Florida burnouts have arrived. There’s Indira, fabulously wealthy after her divorce from the fast-frozen fruit king of Florida. There’s Indira’s best friend Jessica, also divorced and trying to get her groove back. There’s Barbara, heir to a massive family fortune, who’s vow of silence for the retreat will be sorely tested. There’s Carol Anne from Vero Beach, a happy trad-wife and proud gun owner who recently did something... inadvisable; she’s just here while things cool off in her hometown. There’s Daniel, the toned, man-bunned apprentice yoga instructor. He’s cute if you like that sort of thing—and many of the rich ladies do.

Last but not least, there’s Bubba, the retreat center’s resident twelve-foot American alligator. Before Transcendence Week is over, Bubba will have his moment of glory as well.

Who will be living their best life? Who will get their comeuppance?"