as the book kept going, i kept rooting for the characters, for their happy endings. i wanted them to make it home safe and reunite with their loved ones. but every time, they are met with suffering. ripped away from family, from heirlooms 

this isn’t a book to feel happy while reading, i mean the synopsis enough should tell you that. still i searched for hope, for a light. some of the characters might’ve achieved peace, but none escaped being marred with injustice

at the end, i was waiting for one full circle moment, something which i wont spoil here. it would be one moment to right the wrong of what happened in the first generation. a little nugget of good at the end of suffering, but it never came 

this isn’t a book of righting wrongs. this is a book of strength. of finding a reason to keep living. millions of people will never reunite with their history, will never get to go home. and despite that, people dance, people sing. people look towards the stars and swim in the ocean. living, truly loving life, is the biggest act of defiance towards a world who seeks nothing more than to destroy