“Guilt walks on all fours. It creeps, encircles, and climbs. It presses its thumbs to your throat. And it waits.” That’s the heartbreaking beauty Sepetys brings to her historical novels; and also why she is one of my favourite authors. Her writing is a work of art that rips apart your mind, body and soul, and then puts them back together; leaving you whole again with a knowing that something in you has shifted permanently. This book made me wonder, how many such Stalins, Hitlers, CeauÈ™escus, Mussolinis, Francos has the world birthed to date? How many such stories are still hidden behind an iron curtain even today? I cannot believe that something like this existed in the same world I live and breathe in. I did not know about CeauÈ™escu before this book. I deliberately stopped myself from googling about 1989 Romanian Revolution, or searching for pictures of Nicolae CeauÈ™escu and his wife Elena while reading this novel. But in the end, when I saw their smiling faces p...
There is an inner self to everyone. You might speak, speak a lot; but yet there would be so many things unsaid, so many thoughts not shared, so many emotions hidden; well, here I am - where my silence speaks...