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tragicrighthip's review against another edition
reflective
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? N/A
- Diverse cast of characters? Yes
- Flaws of characters a main focus? It's complicated
4.5
Lyrical and sad, the book is very poetic and uses the second person effectively throughout the narrative. It’s a markedly sad but hopeful book.
kolson687's review against another edition
4.0
My favorite genre is historical fiction. While The Disappeared qualifies as historical fiction it does not read as such. I agree with other reviewers who said it reads more like poetry, giving images of Cambodia at that time. I enjoyed it and found it hard to put down.
veerakarelia's review against another edition
challenging
dark
emotional
reflective
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? N/A
4.75
thetenaciousbookworm's review against another edition
challenging
dark
emotional
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? N/A
- Strong character development? N/A
- Loveable characters? N/A
- Diverse cast of characters? Yes
- Flaws of characters a main focus? N/A
5.0
bookishblond's review against another edition
5.0
Beautiful novel. A few favorite quotes:
"Memory is a bit of light on a winter wall."
"I have filled in time since the day I lost you. A lifetime of silent pretending.
"If we live long enough, we have to tell, or turn to stone inside. I try to release you from a pit in my heart but unburied and unblessed you imprison me.
"I long for the brush of your fingers on my skin. I long for the light of your eyes. If I pray, I pray to a wounded god. In the end it is only the wounded who endure. In Cambodia they say, Loss will be god's, victory will be the3 devil's."
"Memory is a bit of light on a winter wall."
"I have filled in time since the day I lost you. A lifetime of silent pretending.
"If we live long enough, we have to tell, or turn to stone inside. I try to release you from a pit in my heart but unburied and unblessed you imprison me.
"I long for the brush of your fingers on my skin. I long for the light of your eyes. If I pray, I pray to a wounded god. In the end it is only the wounded who endure. In Cambodia they say, Loss will be god's, victory will be the3 devil's."