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not rating because i didn't like it but i had to read it for class anyway so it's not like i would have chosen to read it otherwise. it is captivating in the way that a stranger's brutally honest blog or diary would be but it's not a great book; there is no resolution, it's just page after page of intense pain. so i guess that it is well-written enough to transmit that pain from the author's daily life since this tragedy, but the reader gets nothing out of it except a fraction of understanding that it is painful to lose one's entire family. i don't want to judge because it's a horrible situation but since the author does nothing but indulge her pain for the entirety of the book (and apparently for all the years since the tsunami?) i can't help but wonder what her life might be like if she focused outward at least some of the time, (zero percent of the book is spent acknowledging that thousands of other people also died or were affected by the tsunami), or if she didn't have the financial luxury of wallowing for at least six months, maybe longer, without working at all and of owning an empty house that nobody lives in for years.