“Henry looked up and down the empty avenue—no cars or trucks anywhere. No bicycles. No paperboys. No fruit sellers or fish buyers. No flower carts or noodle stands. The streets were vacant, empty—the way he felt inside. There was no one left.”
“Henry looked up and down the empty avenue—no cars or trucks anywhere. No bicycles. No paperboys. No fruit sellers or fish buyers. No flower carts or noodle stands. The streets were vacant, empty—the way he felt inside. There was no one left.”
This is a worthy topic, but unfortunately a poor execution. The stories are piecemeal and disjointed. There is far too much telling and not enough showing - the graphic format was badly underutilised. The excessively small print in portions provided further friction to the reading process.
Read They Called Us Enemy (Takei) instead.
This book is amazing. Not sure I was in the head space for something that punches you in the gut in the first section but that does not make this less amazing. The author has a unique narrative style that I appreciate.
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Beautifully written. Gorgeous writing at times. But entirely too long.
Last year I had a list of chunky books on my shelf to read. I also created a new one for this year since I‘ve bought even more (of course) but I‘m going to return to my 2023 list and read this one first. #AnotherYearofChunkyReading!
Sigh, a terrible story, a wonderful love. Full of hope and it made me cry. To be fair I was already crying from the previous book so it wasn‘t hard….