It’s by no means light reading or something to skim, but this profound world by Sonali Deraniyagala shouldn’t be passed over. Many of us were untouched by the Tsunami of 2004, let alone understand what surviving it and/or losing loved ones could be line. For Sonali, it was and is very real.
On the morning of December 26, 2004, on the southern coast of Sri Lanka, Sonali Deraniyagala lost her parents, her husband, and her two young sons in the tsunami she miraculously survived. In this brave and searingly frank memoir, she describes those first horrifying moments and her long journey since. She has written an engrossing, unsentimental, beautifully poised account: as she struggles through the first months following the tragedy, furiously clenched against a reality that she cannot face and cannot deny; and then, over the ensuing years, as she emerges reluctantly, slowly allowing her memory to take her back through the rich and joyous life she’s mourning, from her family’s home in London, to the birth of her children, to the year she met her English husband at Cambridge, to her childhood in Colombo; all the while learning the difficult balance between the almost unbearable reminders of her loss and the need to keep her family, somehow, still alive within her.
If you’re up for it, you can grab a copy on Amazon for $14 or as a Kindle Edition for $9.99.