The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy

This book was lyrical, it took two steps forward and one step back in every sentence and once I was in, I could not turn away. The only way to move was further into the story and into Kerala, India, into 1969 and much later, and back again.

The heavy things, the caste system, the communism, the violence, is shown in the small things, generously trailed through the story. It is shown through the moments of love, the moments of innocence, the unshifting discomfort.

Roy tells tragedy beautifully, through rivers and rainfall and children’s unassuming views. She shows real social pain, and even in poetic flow, truthfully shows humanity and womanhood.

If you haven’t read the God of Small Things, you must. It will make you mourn for the way life goes sometimes. It’s a story to sink into, I recommend everyone take a dip.

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