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Marion Stone is a sad, pathetic, developmentally stunted man (also a rapist) and I hope he gets tuberculosis and dies. I’m in Chapter 51, and I feel the need to say: But I can definitely see how some complain about the slow pace of the book, seeing how the author packs in so much background detail and character extrapolation into each scene. And then the doctor and assumed father (though he JUST REALIZED he’s in love with her like an hour ago, when he found her almost dying, and can’t remember ever having intercourse with her) couldn’t handle it and so he slit open her chest and seized her heart with his bare hand, pumping it frantically and shouting at a god he doesn’t believe in to provide a miracle, “until her heart became mush” it actually says that oh my God I was not prepared for that.ĭid I mention she was an exceedingly devout Indian nun named Sister Mary Joseph Praise and NO ONE NOTICED she was pregnant until they found her in labor?Īnyway, I’m withholding judgment, but right now the scene I like the most was how a female Indian doctor, Hemalatha, seized a French pilot by the balls after he recklessly killed one of the plane’s engines (a plane in 1946) to make an “emergency” stop to collect cargo for great profit and in the process broke a small boy’s leg - anyway, it’s a fabulous scene and so well written. I literally drove home yesterday half the time with my hand pressed over my mouth, because of the exceedingly graphic description of a Caesarean section with a dying mother and a shitload of complications (twins conjoined at the head!!!).

It’s one of those recent bestsellers (as of 2012) that was on the POTUS’ summer reading list.īut yeah, it definitely feels weighty enough, packed with history and local color (specifically, Ethiopia in the 1940s, just past WWII) - though not as tedious and soulsuckingly depressing as proper Literature that I was exposed to so much in college - and oh my god so much medical detail.

I found out what book I’m listening to (as it was gifted on burned CDs with handwritten labels by a coworker).