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This was a nice but odd little read... Nothing was in chronological order, and a lot of characters were introduced for such a short novel, but it was still very pleasant. A tiny close knit community in a small Armenian mountain village go through ups and downs and lean on each other for the good and bad. I feel like I can‘t explain much more without giving too much 🥲😂

#SchoolSpirit Day 5: #Apple

Started trying to read this book yesterday but couldn‘t get into it. So for now I‘m going to send it back to the library and try again later on this year.

On Friday, just past noon, after the sun had rolled past its lofty zenith and begun sliding sedately toward the western edge of the valley, Anatolia Sevoyants lay down to breathe her last. Before departing for the next world, she thoroughly watered the kitchen garden and scattered food for the chickens, leaving a little extra since the birds couldn't go around unfed - how could ahe know when the neighbours would discover her lifeless body?

It was a lovely read about ageing community in a remote Armenian village of Maran. We are told stories of different villagers with particular focus on Anatolia. There wasn‘t a particular storyline that I could describe in the book but glimpses and backstories of what has happened to the people of Maran.

It reminds me a lot of ‘100 Years of Solitude‘ due to some miracles and unusual events. Nothing much happens overall but I enjoyed the flow.

I simply loved this one!
I was completely absorbed by the life of this small Armenian village isolated on top of a mountain, where everything is soaked in magic and symbolism and a late love saves the world. It reminded me of my grandparents' life and I believe this book was for a good reason called “a balm for the soul“.

Reading Envy Podcast Episode 234: Punctuation Marks with Nadine

Jenny and Nadine reconvene to talk about reasons not to set reading goals, look back on the year, and discuss which books we've read and enjoyed lately.

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https://tinyurl.com/ReadingEnvy234

"They're doors," Valinka explained to Nastasya.... "So when Judgment Day arrives, the deceased will rise, throw the door open, and enter heaven. That's why they put the stone markers with crosses at the feet."
"And what about the ones with the ordinary wooden crosses"
"The other deceased will take them away."
"How about that," was all Nastasya could say.

Long and lively article introducing young European writers in translation; all just put on my tbr. Worth checking out!

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2020/mar/07/shock-of-new-novelists-stories-eur...