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I pulled "Wave" off the "New Books" shelf at the library yesterday afternoon. As I am wont to do with books I am unfamiliar with, I read the first chapter. If an author can peak my interest in that first chapter I keep reading.
Standing at the shelves then sitting in a library chair, 45 pages and several chapters later, I knew "Wave" was a keeper.
WOW! A captivating & gripping read.
"Wave" is Sonali Deraniyagala's first person account of the 2004 tsunami that swept her husband, two sons and her parents away. The book reads like fiction, so much so I had to keep reminding myself this wasn't a far fetched tale, but a true story.
If you are a parent you can't help but wonder how you would have reacted. You know her description of the depths of her sorrow is not exaggerated.
Having said that, I wouldn't classify this as a tear jerker book. I never cried as I read along, instead my feelings were more along the lines of "I can't even begin to imagine, my heart goes out to her...". Reading her words helped remind me to appreciate and value my life and what is in it all the more. As she looked back over her life with her husband and sons, she realized the little daily irritants we all experience should be meaningless. It seemed to me the memories that meant the most were what ones we would deem as small, not necessarily the big, wow memories we make but the sitting on a rock sharing a glass of wine watching the sun set together memories.
Standing at the shelves then sitting in a library chair, 45 pages and several chapters later, I knew "Wave" was a keeper.
WOW! A captivating & gripping read.
"Wave" is Sonali Deraniyagala's first person account of the 2004 tsunami that swept her husband, two sons and her parents away. The book reads like fiction, so much so I had to keep reminding myself this wasn't a far fetched tale, but a true story.
If you are a parent you can't help but wonder how you would have reacted. You know her description of the depths of her sorrow is not exaggerated.
Having said that, I wouldn't classify this as a tear jerker book. I never cried as I read along, instead my feelings were more along the lines of "I can't even begin to imagine, my heart goes out to her...". Reading her words helped remind me to appreciate and value my life and what is in it all the more. As she looked back over her life with her husband and sons, she realized the little daily irritants we all experience should be meaningless. It seemed to me the memories that meant the most were what ones we would deem as small, not necessarily the big, wow memories we make but the sitting on a rock sharing a glass of wine watching the sun set together memories.