A review by soapsoph
Country of My Skull: Guilt, Sorrow, and the Limits of Forgiveness in the New South Africa by Antjie Krog

Man, I don't know what to rate this book. It kinda feels wrong to rate it in a way, but also, I feel like I need to? I have so many thoughts and feelings, and it's frustrating. I will say that this is by far the most horrifying, disgusting and horrible book I've ever read—which, when thinking about what it's about, should come as no surprise. I am still glad I read it, though—it educated me on something I largely knew nothing about and offered interesting perspectives and insights that I didn't think about before (Perspectives that I don't necessarily agree with but are important to consider regardless).

Would I recommend this book? Depends. It was intensely difficult to read, and I'm surprised we were allowed to read it for school. But a part of it is like... you *should* know. Yes, it's horrible, but the least you can do is read it, right? Be there for it in some way.

I don't know. Antjie Krog, you wrote a difficult one.