Status Updates From Island of a Thousand Mirrors

I guess I feel unmoved because this feels like the token “trauma story” that a Western audience wants to read about Sri Lankans: tragedy, doomed love, unreasonable parents, traditional values vs American ones.

This is just… okay. Sadly, I’m not more moved by it.

One hand is curved around her belly, which swells under her sari skirt. Her breasts are heavy. She feels full of sap, like a plant with a seedling buried deep in the intricate unknown passageways of her body. Her feet are swollen, tender. The thongs of her rubber slippers stretched painfully over her arches have made her forswear footwear.

Her prose is very rich.

The writer took almost a 1/3rd of the book to introduce the characters.