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The Poisonwood Bible
by Barbara Kingsolver
Poisonwood was my introduction to historical fiction and I've never looked back. This story is about an Evangelical missionary family that relocates to the Congo during the era of colonial emancipation. The interwoven voices of each family member take you on a same-yet-different journey chapter by chapter as the family implodes and an entire country teeters on the brinks on war.
Beyond the brilliant storytelling, The Poisonwood Bible is the book that cracked me open and planted deep inside a sense of awe for the skills that writers possess to weave tales alongside history in order to bring people and their worlds back to life.
"Betrayal bent me in one direction while guilt bent her the other way. We constructed our lives around a misunderstanding, and if ever I tried to pull it out and fix it now I would fall down flat. Misunderstanding is my cornerstone. It’s everyone’s come to think of it. Illusions mistaken for truth are the pavement under our feet. They are what we call civilization." p. 532.
