I found this book at my parents' house last month. It was hilarious and extremely easy to read.
Sarah is an Australian 30-something former reporter who moves to India for 2 years to be with her boyfriend who is working there as a journalist. She paints a very accurate picture of a Westerner's impression of the daily life in India - interactions with the household staff, the poverty, dirt, and traffic, etc. But this isn't a whiny travelogue - it's also a pretty interesting survey of the many different religious traditions (some mainstream and others that are way out there).
This book definitely doesn't romanticize India and typically didn't get stuck in the usual cliches (though it seems she thought every Indian woman she ran into was gorgeous, and somehow I find that hard to believe). Reading this made me so glad to live in my comfortable, temperature-controlled house, with clean running water and no bugs. But then again, I don't have a particularly adventurous soul.