So here is the novel by Shamim Sarif. Please admire the picture I took. "I Can't Think Straight" is about Tala, a Palestinian woman living in London who is engaged for the fourth time. She's also a closet lesbian. Hey, I wouldn't marry those three other dudes, either. Leyla is a British Indian lass who also lives in London. And she just so happens to be dating Tala's best friend, Ali. She's an in-the-closet lesbian, too. They meet, sparks fly, they bump uglies, then they separate because Tala insists she can't hurt her fiancee, and coming out to her family is a no-no because people just wouldn't understand it where she's from. Alright, fair enough. I wanted this to be better, I really did. Unfortunately, Shamim Sarif manages to write a fairly shallow novel. She falls on the cliches that you'd hope she would have avoided. There's nothing original or gripping here, and the romance isn't fleshed-out enough to truly believe it. O