The world no matter what country, what region, what neighborhood is a society of classes from the so called highest, richest, educated or pious to the lowest, poorest, ignorant or criminal. Today I wonder if I should accept my life, as it is, let it fit me more like a glove than a pair of pants worn purposely a little too big to leave room to grow into them.
Sometimes I tire of the see saw of life, some of it so high, exhilarating, and happy, some of it so low, terrifying, and depressing. I wondered if I shouldn't have stuck with my usual, quick to read and forget, mysteries instead of venturing into more thought provoking novels. And yet as always I know I'm forced to remain ever trying, wanting to learn, to grow. So it is that I've just finished
The Inheritance of Loss by Kiran Desai and I can recommend this book to you, as I'm left at the end growing and changing in my mind. The main themes are migration, living between two worlds, and between past and present.
Emily Bronte said, "I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: They've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind." And so it is with
The Inheritance of Loss has changed my ideas and altered the color of my mind. Thanks for reading and for all your comments.
