I don't know what to say about this book. I haven't burst out crying without a warning at any book since The Farming of Bones by Edwidge Danticat. Maybe it's because of the current activism going on regarding the IDP, or maybe Selvadurai is just that good of a writer. I don't know. Genocide and c...
I wrote this for my adolescent lit class according to that class's guidelines.Fiction . 2005 Lambda Literary Award. Nominated for the Governor General's Literary Awards 2005, (Children's Literature, Text)In 1980s Sri Lanka and 14 year old Amrith is not looking forward to the summer monsoon seaso...
My understanding occurred when I was seventeen. By then, out of sheer loneliness, I had become an even more voracious reader and was the favoured client of a book-man who turned up at our gate once a week, an old wooden tea chest filled with books roped to the rear carrier of his bicycle. He woul...