I’ve just finished reading Lion: A Long Way Home, by Saroo Brierley, and I can’t remember the last time I enjoyed a book so much.
I became incredibly invested in the outcome of the story.. perhaps because I knew it was a true story.
I actually saw the trailer for the film Lion advertised a few weeks ago in the cinema, and it sparked my interest. Once I looked into it, I discovered the film was based on the book.
It is an honest, gripping retelling of events, with no frills and bows. The flip between the past and present keeps you on tenterhooks, as memories and emotions steer the story.
Saroo Brierley takes us on a journey, his journey, as a five year old boy in India. We know from the off that he was adopted as a young boy, and now lives in Hobart, a city in Tasmania. We also know that he still longs for his hometown and biological family.
At only five years old, Saroo got separated from his older brother, Guddu, and never made it back to his family. Over 20 years later, he begins searching for answers and his hometown.
As Saroo’s obsession to find his home grew, so did mine and I could barely put the book down. I was reading on the train and plane on the way home from Valencia. I became that person that gets irritated at loud conversations or any small interruptions.
I was emotionally invested throughout, anxious for Saroo and for what his story might reveal.
I have always been interested in other cultures… it is one of the things I love most about travelling. I found it fascinating learning about life as a poor family in India, especially seeing things through a child’s eyes.
It is such an inspiring tale, I definitely recommend giving it a go!
x Morts x
[Photo credit: Saroo Brierley’s Facebook page]