I thought that this book was beautifully and also expertly written. Jhumpa Lahiri has great poise and a very elegant style of writing, making the reader feel as though they are going through all of this with the Ganguli's themselves. There is also a level of understanding and recognition with what Gogol is going through. Most of us can relate to a time when we were trying to find who we were, fighting the influence of others, so we can only feel sympathy for Gogol because of our knowledge of how rough these times can be.
What this novel was mostly about though was Gogol's first-generation upbringing in a society very much unlike his heritage. It shows his struggles as he grows up with the pressure of the expectations our parents bestow onto us. Also the importance of the names we are given and the slow and painful journey to defining ourselves.