I’ve been in a reading slump lately. So I started again with some books from childhood. I remember those books from childhood when mom got me, they were in green hard covers, the size was so small and the paper brown giving them a vintage feel. I read half of it but couldn’t find the second copy so I never knew how it ended. Now it’s so easy to find them, either in free ebooks or physical copies, it doesn’t take much effort to get them. I regretted a little bit not dragging all those books with me when I moved.
And it doesn’t surprise me, i got me hooked right away. I think I needed it to kickstart my reading engine. My attention span is fried these days. Always looking for those short, shallow bursts of dopamine.
Absolutely love this book.
It was full of emotions. It was like being on a roller-coaster, where I was taken from the darkest moments to the lukewarm ones, comforted for a short while, and then dropped to the darkest again.
The family bond and love was so tight and warm. The grandma was the mom chicken that protected her grandchildren with all she had. They were so fragile we thought they could break under constant suppressions, but they fought every fight they could, with the love and support of kind people. We see the unfairness and the oppression, where power and cliqueness do everything it can to suppress the weaker and poorer classes.
But they didn’t lose that fight. Justice was regained. The weakest people were so strong and brave. But they couldn’t fight the nature of nature—death is inevitable.