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... Continue Reading →

The Last Friend by Tahar Ben Jelloun

I loved this, first of all. Tahar Ben Jelloun... Wow. I didn't realise how little I knew about Morocco until I read this book. My aunt visited and when she returned she had stories of streets taken up by friendly cats, bargain-full souks and warm hospitality. Here, in a small number of pages, I found... Continue Reading →

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