Rating : 3.5 out of 5.0 stars
The story starts on a gripping note when Esther suddenly inherits a quaint mansion worth a fortune from an unknown cousin. Puzzled and excited, she decides to travel to England and view her newly acquired estate. As expected, she gets amazed by the grandeur of her palace. Here she finds a diary of her great grandmother scribbled with the formula of time travel. From this point, all the story of inheritance fades in the shadow, and a new storyline emerges. So all this built-up only to find a diary? I was a bit disappointed here as I coveted to stay on this storyline.
Slowly the story loses its pace and gets ensnared in a plethora of topics. The author picked up so many issues without resolving anyone satisfactorily. There is romance, murder, medical science, Catholics, Jews, Slaves, women upliftment, abolitionists, discrimination, homosexuality, and Nazi connection too.
An essential part of any time-travel story is the incongruity of lives between current and past. If not explicitly told it is the 18th century, there is no way to guess it other than the mention of slavery. It is strange when one more person traveled in her jeans and outfit, 1750’s guys are not baffled by it or are afraid of it. In the end, when the mysteries unfold, it is done in a haste. In a spur of the moment, Esther understands everything. The story runs at a fast pace but gets slow down in between, resulting in a jarring experience.
In a series, it is acceptable to leave a few threads open to cover them up in a sequel. But leaving many loose ends has resulted in a mediocre end to an otherwise excellent story. Irrespective of some flaws, I enjoyed reading “Indigo” and will wait for a sequel. I appreciate the author for her noteworthy, and lucid style of writing.