Those are not subjects that interest me, but even acknowledging that, the book disappointed me. This is a book about pregnancy, childbirth, and motherhood. I didn’t feel much of anything for the characters as individual, and the only emotions I felt came from the inherent sadness of the situation rather than anything Variyar brought to it specifically. It should have worked, but a lot of it simply didn’t for me. Female infanticide is a horrific thing that by its very nature dregs up huge emotions. That being said, this still could have been a good-if not traditionally enjoyable-book. There’s only so much talk of pregnancy and childbirth I can personally take before I want out (and that’s the happy kind!), and Daughters of Madurai hit that threshold in the first twenty pages. When I read the phrase “her breasts cried tears of milk into her nightdress” I knew this was going to be rough to get through. The Daughters of Madurai is a book about female infanticide and abusive relationships, and that’s really not my vibe. Every once in a while you read a book that is just not for you.
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