

This is hands down one of the best books I’ve ever read. The Mountains Sing is a Vietnamese historical fiction novel that I absolutely needed. I try my best to read diversely, and this one left me thoroughly impressed.
We follow four generations of the Tran family, told from two perspectives: Dieu Lan and her granddaughter, Huong. What the grandmother goes through is heartbreaking. The writing is so well done that you feel as if you’re there.
During the post World War II era, Japan was wreaking havoc in North Vietnam. The grandmother had to flee with her five children. While being responsible for their safety, she’s forced to make terrible but understandable decisions.
Years later, she again has to survive a war, but this time it’s the Resistance War against America (the Vietnam War), with her granddaughter, Huong. Huong also endures a lot, leading me to become emotionally attached to her character and reflect on the violence the Vietnamese people suffered throughout the 20th century.
The story goes back and forth between the two POVs. I initially thought I would hate that, but I didn’t. I actually enjoyed it.
This book not only shows how terrible war is but also what it looks like from the receiving end of American and Japanese weapons.
This book contains extremely triggering content, so if you decide to read it, bring out the Kleenex. It’s a page-turning, beautiful, heartbreaking tearjerker, and I loved it. I learned a lot from this history lesson, and I’m thirsty for more. I just picked up Dust Child by this author, and I’m jumping right in.
This is hands down one of the best books I’ve ever read. The Mountains Sing is a Vietnamese historical fiction novel that I absolutely needed. I try my best to read diversely, and this one left me thoroughly impressed.
We follow four generations of the Tran family, told from two perspectives: Dieu Lan and her granddaughter, Huong. What the grandmother goes through is heartbreaking. The writing is so well done that you feel as if you’re there.
During the post World War II era, Japan was wreaking havoc in North Vietnam. The grandmother had to flee with her five children. While being responsible for their safety, she’s forced to make terrible but understandable decisions.
Years later, she again has to survive a war, but this time it’s the Resistance War against America (the Vietnam War), with her granddaughter, Huong. Huong also endures a lot, leading me to become emotionally attached to her character and reflect on the violence the Vietnamese people suffered throughout the 20th century.
The story goes back and forth between the two POVs. I initially thought I would hate that, but I didn’t. I actually enjoyed it.
This book not only shows how terrible war is but also what it looks like from the receiving end of American and Japanese weapons.
This book contains extremely triggering content, so if you decide to read it, bring out the Kleenex. It’s a page-turning, beautiful, heartbreaking tearjerker, and I loved it. I learned a lot from this history lesson, and I’m thirsty for more. I just picked up Dust Child by this author, and I’m jumping right in.