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A brutally honest account of one woman's tragedy as her family is killed in a Tsunami while she survives. You can feel the author's grief, despair and her anger. In the first part of the book she is not likeable, she does not behave humbly or gracefully. She condemns the "fat" boy who survived, condemning his buoyancy, telling herself that there's no way her boys will survive. And there is an undeniable privilege to her life that allows her the space and time for her grief.
Sonali is more critical of herself than we as the reader ever could. She lays bare her guilt and shame. Not searching for her children, not being able to physically hold on to them. Not taking the time to knock on her parents door when they started to run. The pain of surviving when your world is gone and you are reminded of what's missing every day.
Sonali is more critical of herself than we as the reader ever could. She lays bare her guilt and shame. Not searching for her children, not being able to physically hold on to them. Not taking the time to knock on her parents door when they started to run. The pain of surviving when your world is gone and you are reminded of what's missing every day.