It has been more than a week since I came properly online, especially to the blog. I did read a lot before my last post but my will to type something up vanished and the real world crowded in. There have been massive changes in my life with us moving due to my husband’s job to the Netherlands! Packing and moving to another continent is never easy and this was the first time I did it with so much luggage. I have to still update all my ‘about me’ pages which will take some time.
It does make sense that I start my new batch of reviews in a whole new place with a book about identity.
This is not my usual type of read but was startlingly relatable. If one has moved across borders, ever, then there is something for them within these pages. It is a stream of thought presented to us with a timeline of the author’s childhood in the background to give us better perspective.
The author talks of growing up ‘different’ while still being part of the fabric of her country, the one her parents brought her. It is straightforward and honest while highlighting somethings which may not be vibrant or conflicting enough for mainstream media on a regular basis. There is not much more that I can talk of the book itself since it is both a discussion and a type of explanation for those in the dark. My reaction to the book and its smooth narrative style was grounded in my own experiences and things I saw and do when I move(d) countries. There were a few smaller side issues(with regards to the world at large) brought into the forefront during a bigger narration and I was surprised by some of them. Even with the more serious theme, it was a refreshing experience.
I received an ARC thanks to NetGalley and the publishers but the review is entirely based on my own reading experience.
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