One of the best books I´ve read so far!
A true and tragic story about a boy, born in Sierra Leone, whose
childhood ended abruptly as the civil war reached his home. He lost
his childhood, livelihood, family and friends...just all he once
had. Since running away and surviving in the bush got difficult for
a young boy, it´s only understandable that he found safety in the
army, who provided shelter and food. All of a sudden he found
himself being a boy soldier taking drugs, killing people, because
that´s what he was told to do. After years on the front, he was
rescued to experience rehabilitation and education which finally
made him end up living in New York City. The end of the book seemed
too sudden for me first, because it doesn´t tell how Beah´s life
goes on in New York. But this way it made me research the internet
for Beah, boy soldiers and children in war...what made me learn
even more about it.
I´ve seen this book in the shelf so many times, read the back of it
all so often, but often chose for another one, because reading
about a child experiencing war with all it´s violence, madness and
cruelty seemed alienating to me. But it also made me realize how
little I knew about war and boy soldiers, and I was curious to
learn more. So who else in the world could tell a boy soldier´s
story more authentic than a former boy soldier itself.
I started reading and soon found myself caught in the awful world
of Ishmael Beah and could barely stop until the last page. Beah is
not reserved talking about the cruelty or taking drugs, he just
tells it the way he experienced war...honest and frankly. The way
he tells the story of the long way he had gone, the reader can
almost picture the area, feeling like always running a step behind
him, hiding, watching what happens. Sometimes the reader want´s to
forget that it´s a child telling this awful story, because nobody
would want a child to face all this violence and we can´t imagine
or believe a child to experience war (we all know it happens,
though) and act like an adult that young age only to survive. But
all so often Ishmael Beah´s childlike thoughts remind us of his
young age, in which his childhood stopped so abruptly.
This book really opened my eyes and heart and gave me a better
understanding of children suffering from war, and war in general. I
truly respect Ishmael Beah for sharing his story with the world so
frankly. I will certainly recommend this book, while I believe the
world needs to read it, because sometimes the Bad can change to the
Good...