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The masterpiece by the Indian writer and activist Arundhati Roy. It's about a family tragedy in the region Kerala and does not really follow rules such as chronological order or clear character explanations. Might be kinda hard to read in the beginning. Rather than 'arriving', the style of the author is focused on 'flowing'. So do not expect to arrive at a conclusion or an ethical message, but flow, flow, and lose yourself in the current. Even years later, opening up a random page and reading it is like listening to an old and wise friend.

'But what was there to say?

Only that there were tears. Only that quietness and emptiness fitted together like stacked spoons. Only that there was a snuffling in the hollows at the base of a lovely throat. Only that a hard honey-colored shoulder had a semicircle of teethmarks on it. Only that they held each other close, long after it was over. Only that what they shared that night was not happiness, but hideous grief.

Only that once again they broke the love laws. That lay down who should be loved and how. And how much.'

'Flat muscled and honey coloured. Sea secrets in his eyes. A silver raindrop in his ear.'
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