Twins were born in a poor clinic in Ethiopia run by an English nun, their mother died giving birth to them, and their father fled. This is one of the best books I have ever read. It's heartbreaking, full of passion and resilience, and I constantly laughed out loud. One of the reasons I loved Cutting for Stone is they had delightful pop ups in the book, such as the one below.
There once was a man from Madras,
Whose balls were made of brass,
In bad weather they’d clang together,
And smoke would blow out his ass.
I just loved these funny, compassionate and delightful caricatures. I often gravitate to books about war and hardship as it puts my life into perspective as to how fortunate I am.
