DAY 28: #bookishconfession #riotgrams
I've mentioned this before, but I have a real problem bailing. I've bailed on fewer than 10 books ever. I'm so hard-headed.
DAY 28: #bookishconfession #riotgrams
I've mentioned this before, but I have a real problem bailing. I've bailed on fewer than 10 books ever. I'm so hard-headed.
Only a third into this and I'm already insisting that people buy it. It's so interesting how books in translation give you such a taste for the rhythms and melodies of different languages. An entirely different perspective on living with war.
A little bummed that I'm not going to reach my goal of reading 50 books this year 😔. I'm hoping to get through one or two more but there is no way I'll read 8 before 12/31. Oh well, I'll get it next year.
After the kidnapping and murder of his son during the civil war, a Beiruti man joins the fighting as a vigilante. He opens fire on a car at the demarcation line and kills everyone except a boy who's the age his son would have been if he‘d lived. The man wraps the child in a blanket, takes him home, and raises him, naming him Maroun after his son. Maroun learns the truth on the eve of his father‘s death, and tells his story to a writer named Rabee.
Interesting stream of consciousness style. It can be difficult to follow at times but a great story about identity, family and the worn torn Middle East.
I've heard this is a powerful read so I'm bracing myself. I know next to nothing about the Lebanese Civil War but I'm changing that starting now and thanks to this book.