day 157: The God of Small Things
The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy is one of those books that sneaks up on you. First I wasn’t sure what to think, then I put it away and read something else, because I just wasn’t so convinced. However, in the end I picked it up again and started where I left off. Although I had forgotten a few things over the months, it read on lightly, as if something latched onto you secretly and pulled you in. Now after finishing the book I know that I made a mistake in putting it away for a few months, since it just created a gap in the middle that took away part of the atmosphere of getting dragged in. Sometimes it’s important to just carry on whether you’re sure or not.
It’s a story with a dense atmosphere and only by the end you really get what was going on throughout. There is a sense of dread lingering as well. One that grips you ever more tightly once you realise how brutal the story really is, although it’s beautifully told. I can only recommend that you guys read it.