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4.56 AVERAGE

emotional medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven: Character
Strong character development: Yes
Loveable characters: Yes
Diverse cast of characters: Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus: N/A
challenging emotional hopeful reflective sad fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven: A mix
Strong character development: Yes
Loveable characters: Yes
Diverse cast of characters: Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus: Complicated
emotional informative reflective sad fast-paced

Genuinely the most heartbreaking and devastating piece of literature I’ve ever read. The torment that exists on every page has a way of getting under your skin and festering, and whilst it’s a haunting book, this feeling comes from the deep and heavy love that escapes from every word. I don’t think a book has ever affected me as much as this one has.
emotional informative sad tense medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven: A mix
emotional reflective sad medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven: A mix
Strong character development: Yes
Loveable characters: Yes
Diverse cast of characters: Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus: Complicated
challenging dark emotional informative tense medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven: Character
Strong character development: Yes
Loveable characters: Yes
Diverse cast of characters: Yes

This is an amazing story. It follows Amal throughout her life. A Palestinian girl living with her family through many different conflicts between Israel and Palestine. It is emotional and at times hard to read for all that is being done, but it is worth the read.

i’m in pain

I had an odd desire to be a fish. I could live inside water’s soothing world, where screams and gunfire were not heard and death was not smelled.

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Aku bingung mau nulis apa. It just too heartbreaking.

Selama membaca Mornings in Jenin aku nggak sadar kalo buku ini buku fiksi. Susan Abulhawa is more like spilling the tea than writing fiction. Penjajah dan pendukungnya seolah punya buku panduan yang terus diulang di setiap pembantaian.

Oooof. What a story. So beautifully written and so horrific to read. Reminiscent of Sundays at the Pool in Kigali and Red Sorghum. How can we be so horrible to each other?

“We licked the last drops of rosewater, breaking the bottle to get at the last bit, and we slept.
"The world cannot possibly let this go on," I said to Huda.
“The world?" Huda asked sarcastically, rhetorically, and uncharacteristically, deeply bitter. "Since when does the world' give a goddamn about us? You have been away too long, Amal. Go to sleep. You sound too much like an Amreekiyya.”