|God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy|
Just like how I chanced this book. Miraculously one day, the book was lying on the sofa, my favorite sofa in the house. If it had been on another sofa, chances are that it would have been put away before I laid my eyes on it. How did it land on the sofa? It turned out a friend of my husband's had visited. He had stored a few boxes of things in our basement, with this book in one of them. He had come to pick up a few things. He took the book out with the intention of taking it with him. But he forgot to.
One small thing after another. I was lead to this book, God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy.
As soon as I started reading it, I was completely enthralled. I couldn't put it away. It is a story situated so far far away, yet it arouses unlikely familiarity. Childhood. Motherhood. Womanhood. There is something about the language, too. It was unconventional. Yet completely natural. It is true that Roy had invented her own language in doing this book.
The titles that come with each chapter are fascinating too. Each title is like a note. It dissipates and reemerge throughout the chapters. Throughout the books. The River in the Boat. The God of Small Things. The Cost of Living. Yes, the Cost of Living.
I highly recommend God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy. One of the best fictions I've read in a very long time.