Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka. I read it during the pandemic when I was feeling very lonely and depressed as I am stuck in apartment and away from family. I felt less lonely after reading it. You can literally feel the loneliness, depressed and isolation in this book.
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The Gift of Rain by Tan Twan Eng
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Stones From the River by Ursula Hegi
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Indian Horse by Richard Wagamese
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Trespasses by Louise Kennedy
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A thousand splendid suns by Khalid Hosseini
It is heartbreaking but with hope persisting in the darkest of places vibe
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I just suggested this for someone else, and it often fits no matter what someone is looking for, but especially here – *East of Eden* if you haven’t read it already. Does have all what you’re looking for but also hope and triumph and beauty.
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Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka. I read it during the pandemic when I was feeling very lonely and depressed as I am stuck in apartment and away from family. I felt less lonely after reading it. You can literally feel the loneliness, depressed and isolation in this book.
The Gift of Rain by Tan Twan Eng
Stones From the River by Ursula Hegi
Indian Horse by Richard Wagamese
Trespasses by Louise Kennedy
A thousand splendid suns by Khalid Hosseini
It is heartbreaking but with hope persisting in the darkest of places vibe
I just suggested this for someone else, and it often fits no matter what someone is looking for, but especially here – *East of Eden* if you haven’t read it already. Does have all what you’re looking for but also hope and triumph and beauty.
“Sing, Wild Bird, Sing” by Jacqueline O’Mahoney
[Audible Link to Page – Sing, Wild Bird, Sing](https://www.audible.com/pd/B0BSRBGXCM?source_code=ASSORAP0511160006&share_location=player_overflow)
A Fine Balance should do the trick
I’m not finished it yet but so far demon copperhead fits the bill lol.
The Book Thief checks all those boxes
The Heart’s Invisible Furies by John Boyne is lovely.
Tattooist of Auschwitz. Or, Me before you Jojo moyes
When we cease to understand the world.