I know the year’s not finished yet but lovely Kim@Readingmatters has asked me to identify my favourite book of the year. I tend to shortlist my 10 favourite books of the year and in no particular order considered them to my best read of the year. It is hard to choose my favourite but I have picked one book that made me almost cried at the train station when I finished the last page of the book in April this year and this is the book:
I said: “Hisham Matar’s writings remind me of Kazuo Ishiguro, except Hisham Matar exudes a sensitivity that I found hard to surpass. Perhaps he is writing about a topic that is so intimate and so dear to his personal tragedy that I feel his loss, his unresolved grief, like no other writers could ever make me feel.
I haven’t read a book that made me feel like that for a long time. In a deceptively simple prose, beautifully written and controlled, his words exude powerful impact.”
My full review can be found here: In the Country of Men
Kim’s quick reply informed me that someone has picked my favourite book of the year above to be featured, so to avoid being labelled unoriginal (due to the fact that I left it so late near the deadline of today to submit my choice) I am going to pick the following book as my next best favourite of the year book. It comes as no surprise that it is:
It is told in a subtle, clean and clear prose, like most Far Eastern novels, the plot is not particularly convoluted and complex, but the psychology of each characters is. I think this book could make a great book club discussion book. After I put down the book, it continues to haunt me, I can’t shake off the scenes in the book, for that I’m giving it a perfect 5.
My full review can be found here: Villain by Shuichi Yoshida