Don't let this pretty cover deceive you. It carries a lot within its pages 😭💕
This story follows 3 generations of women in their family. Josephina (nan), Sithara (mum), Annie (daughter), and the struggles they go through with a lot of cultural view points. To say that this story is compelling is an understatement. My heart cried for these women while reading it, I took my thoughts to some of my book friends who would listen. The hurt in this family, the longing, the way family members who are torn apart from the decisions they made, some of the things in this novel I could relate to on a personal level. I felt, I hurt, I cried. But at the end of it all, it goes to show that the love within your family really does conquer all.
This was poetic, raw, and eye-opening. At times, this family faced similar battles, unbeknownst to them that they weren't alone in their battles. It moved me, and I at times had to put this book down to let myself feel the feelings that were ripping straight out of my chest. There's trauma, there's pain, there's hurt… And there's love. All entwined together and like a cobweb on an early spring morning, some parts broken, but beautiful, glistening as it's morning dew is kissed by the sun.
