I started reading "Holy Cow" by Sara McDonald and indeed there is at least one spelling mistake on every page. My only guess is that this copy was somehow put through a text scanner and pirated. I have no idea what the impulse is to do this sort of thing with books, but I suppose a literate pirate is better than one dealing strictly in Hollywood fluff.
Production quality aside, the story is a fun read and takes you through at least half a dozen different religions that are thriving in India. I'm not yet finished with the book, but the author has already participated in Buddhist retreats, Sufi ceremonies, met a hugging guru mother worshiped by thousands, viewed holy places within the Parsi Zoroastrian community and more. On top of that, she lives through double pneumonia and a strange estrogen influx that baffles Indian doctors. Reading the story captures the oddity that exists on the subcontinent of India, but also fine balance of a culture that is able to assimilate so much into seemingly impenetrable traditions and trudge on, withstanding globalization and western influence as it develops into a bustling, capitalistic supereconomy.
With only a quarter of the book to go, I'm finding the typos really do add to the dizzying array of experiences the heroine shares, not to mention my own imagination of some tech savvy teenager home-publishing with shareware and a color printer.
India seems indescribable, but in so many words, this book has allowed me to recapture a glimpse of it to jog my memory.
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