Author: Ayşegül Savaş
Genre: Fiction
Rating: 2 out of 5
Pages: 210
Date Started: 19 February 2022
Date Finished: 7 March 2022
I picked up this book after reading the synopsis. It felt like an interesting book.
The story is about Nurunisa, who is known as Nunu. Nunu talks about her relationship with her mother in Istanbul and her relationship with the writer M, who is in Paris. She shuttles between Paris, where she lives, and Istanbul to take care of her mother.
This book took me forever to finish! I didn't see any point in this book. The book goes back and forth between Paris and Istanbul with no particular timeline, and no storyline either. I can't say any good thing about this book, except that it is short, and yet it took me way more time than I should have to finish it! Finally, I am glad I finished it!
Favorite lines from the book:
Luke would say that people lived their whole lives telling stories, and by story, he meant like delusion. Everyone, he said, had a story of themselves. They told it again and again, at every chance they get.
Silence is its own language.
At the time, I didn't know what sort of damage could be caused with words. I didn't know, either, what would be lost.
What Luke didn't say, whenever he pointed out that everyone had a story to tell, was it is a privilege to have a story, to know your own narrative as surely as you know your name.
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