It's been a slowish start to the year reading wise but I have a quiet weekend coming up so plan on reading lots. But the first book was a standout and I expect will make it onto my end of year list.
1 Guest House for Young Widows by Azadeh Moaveni
This is the story of thirteen women from Europe, the Middle East and North Africa who found themselves, either by accident or design, in ISIS-occupied Syria and Iraq. Some went with husbands, some went to find husbands, and some were caught up in the fighting by accident. Shamima Begum’s story is one of them, and although it’s the most familiar it’s by no means unique. The book is based on extensive interviews and research, and interweaves the women’s stories over a period beginning with the Arab Spring until very recently with more factual, journalistic accounts of the timelines and events. I was gripped by this – Moaveni provides what I thought was a balanced and thoughtful examination of why women (although she would say the reasons are not unique to women) make decisions that we may find incomprehensible, and is clear-sighted about their expectations, aspirations and hopes, as well as the disappointments they faced. She sets the personal decisions firmly in the broader geo-political context, and gives a lot of time to thinking about the socio-economic factors that drive what we see as radicalisation, as well as reflecting on why it doesn’t seem to work and the role that personal responsibility as well as institutional failures played in driving people to Syria in search of something they couldn’t find at home. This was such a good book to start the year’s reading with – well written, well researched, and with real humanity and passion. I can’t recommend it highly enough.
2 Little Women by Louisa Alcott
I don’t expect the plot of Little Women needs much recapping. I was inspired to go back to this after watching the film, which is largely true to the original (although the book has a strictly linear timeline that the film does not). I loved this book as a child and a teenager and must have read it at least a dozen times, which made the reread comfortingly familiar. Nonetheless, I realised how much I missed or didn't fully understand when I was younger, particularly in terms of the nuances of the language, which is rather beautiful.