“If a woman is worth remembering,' said my grandmother, 'there is no need to have her name carved in letters.” ― Edwidge Danticat, Breath, Eyes, Memory
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I've recently finished reading Edwidge Danticat's Breath, Eyes, Memory. This book felt like an old friend. The prose was written in a method of simplicity but highly expressive of the richness of the Haitian culture it represented and of the women living in its pages. This is a story of the Caco women; of tragedy, honor, motherhood and sisterhood. Quite befitting that it is almost mother's day.
I felt mostly pain reading this book, cried my heart out. I've learned how people go through personal tragedies that imprison them for life, and freedom is only realized at death. Maybe this gets a biased opinion as I've always been fond of stories about women but I didn't want this book to end. I wanted the story to continue unraveling that the women in the pages find some relief in hope and happiness. As much as I want to give hints of the story,I can't. I feel like I'm sworn to keep a secret - a story of which I have no right to tell. This would probably make me the worst book reviewer in the world, but this is a tale only told from book to reader.
I don't wanna ruin it for anyone, but I can assure you it's definitely worth a read whether or not Oprah says so. I'm just lucky that I got this for only 25 pesos at the same book sale where I get lost for hours scavenging for my next adventure. For mothers, sisters, wives and daughters - for women...please do read it.
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