Farming Of Bones

This is my forth reading letter and by now I have realized that I can state my true opinions here without fearing that something horrible will happen to my grade. I hope you will appreciate the honesty and will not be disappointed by the arguments in this letter, even though I know you will not agree with me.

I did not like "The Farming of bones" at all. The more I read, the more the tedious the book was, the more I disliked it. I agree with you that Danticat has a unique language and the true gift to express herself. I agree the language flows. But she did not make me relate to her characters, she did not make me like them, and she certainly did not make me feel their emotions: their fears, their confusion, their passion. While reading I always had the feeling that something horrible will happen, because I know enough about massacres and genocides, but when the imminent really happened, its descriptions were dry and laconic, and often times I did not feel the pain of the people, only their indifference.

Everything and everyone in the storyline looked so distanced from the reality, that I felt like I am watching a puppet show, where the puppets are moving but the world around them has stopped. The horrors and tragedies described were moving, but not to the characters. Everyone was isolated from the rest: no one could feel ....... Pain for her lost baby; no one could understand....... pain for his son or Amabelle's pain and love for Sebastian. Some of emotions were so plain in taste; it was almost like licking sugar through glass. The lack of twists and turns and of complicated human interactions results in a lack of personality in all of the story's characters. I cannot compare Danticat's characters to any other character in any other book, because always there is at least one character whose personality stays with me and whenever I think of him or her, it reminds me that I have read this book. This character is sometimes