Just completed The Stationery Shop of Tehran by Marjan Kamali.
And damn, this book is something crazy, man.
I have not felt this much happiness, sadness, puzzle, love, grief, and anger all at once, and I have not cried this much reading the end of a book.
Last time was with Tuesdays with Morrie, which was pretty sad, but this is as much sad.
I now understand more of the book. What her father went through, what her mother went through, what kind of stories they told her about the old Iran.
And especially reading this right now, when somewhat of a war has just ended but really hasn’t.
To understand what Iran was before 1953, how crazy it was, how people were hopeful, how they were hoping for democracy.
And the characters of this book, man.
Even while I’m writing this I’m crying.
But holy f, how can someone write this good?
This was too much for me.
I realise everybody wants to love, everybody wants to be in love, but to be in love has its own trauma, its own highs and lows.
And this book clearly describes it.
F, I’m gonna be crying for some more days I guess.
But yeah, this book has etched itself into my memory, into my existence.
I just think what she has written is so beautiful.
Marjan Kamali, is amazing.
I so want to read more of her books but I won’t lie, I am a bit scared to go through this fictional (but real) pain again.