Booker Prizewinning story of love, loss of innocence and political turbulence in Kerala. Be prepared to unravel layers to reveal the story, unloose your senses to the richness of the writing...and I definitely needed a handkerchief!
Even before Sophie Mol's funeral, the police found Velutha.
His arms had goosebumps where the handcuffs touched his skin. Cold handcuffs with a sourmetal smell. Like steel bus rails and the smell of the bus conductor's hands from holding them.
After it was over, Baby Kochama said, 'As ye sow, so shall ye reap.' As though she had had nothing to do with the Sowing and the Reaping. She returned on her small feet to her cross-stitch embroidery. Her little toes never touched the floor. It was her idea that Estha be Returned.