This book was amazing, I couldn't put it down! Kiranmala is an ordinary girl, well- sort of. She's  a delighful character with a strong will. The book features Bengali culture, crafted into a fantasy novel. The Serpent's Secret will make you laugh out loud. Kiran is relatable and hilarious. 

Genre: Fantasy

Author: Sayantani DasGupta

Description:

MEET KIRANMALA: INTERDIMENSIONAL DEMON SLAYER
(Only she doesn't know it yet.)

On the morning of her twelfth birthday, Kiranmala is just a regular sixth grader living in Parsippany, New Jersey... until her parents mysteriously vanish and a drooling rakkhosh demon slams through her kitchen, determined to eat her alive. Turns out there might be some truth to her parents' fantastical stories-like how Kiranmala is a real Indian princess and how she comes from a secret place not of this world.

To complicate matters, two crush-worthy princes ring her doorbell, insisting they've come to rescue her. Suddenly, Kiran is swept into another dimension full of magic, winged horses, moving maps, and annoying, talking birds. There she must solve riddles and battle demons all while avoiding the Serpent King of the underworld and the Rakkhoshi Queen in order to find her parents and basically save New Jersey, her entire world, and everything beyond it...

Don't Miss: Game of Stars, the sequel to The Serpent's Secret will be released February 2019

Excerpt:

I couldn't help but include this excerpt of the first 1 1/2 pages of The Serpent's Secret! Comment if you'd like more book excerpts.

CHAPTER 1 

A Monster Visits Suburbia 

The day my parents got swallowed by a rakkhosh andwhisked away to another galactic dimension was a prettycraptastic day. The fact that it was actually my twelfth birthday made it all that much worse. Instead of cake orpresents or a party, I spent the day kicking demon butt,traveling through time and space looking for my family,and basically saving New Jersey, our entire world, andeverything beyond it. Not that I didn't have help. But I'mgetting ahead of myself. I'll tell you that part soon. First, letme back up a little.My life pre-rakkhosh incident had been pretty ordinary—I spent most of my time at school, hanging outwith my best friend, Zuzu, at her family's diner, and helping at my parents' store. There were Zuzu's grandma'sspanakopita and Baba's stockroom inventories, doinghomework and avoiding my next-door-neighbor-slasharchnemesis, Jovi, and her giggly gang of popular girls.Regular old sixth-grade stuff. Nothing that really preparedme for interdimensional demon slaying.I guess Ma and Baba had tried to warn me, in their owngoofy way. Ever since I was a little girl, they'd told meawesome stories about rakkhosh: these carnivorous, snottrailing demons who liked to speak in rhyme whilechomping on innocent villagers. Ever heard of Jack's giant,the one who wants to grind Englishmen's bones to make hisbread? Well, add some horns, fangs, and talons to Mr. FeeFi-Fo-Fum, and you're getting close to picturing a rakkhosh.But no matter how real giants or demons or goblins seem instories, nothing can prepare you for seeing one on yourdoorstep, right?