Book review : As long as the lemon trees grow !

Book Review :As long as the lemon trees grow !

As long as the lemon trees grow - a novel by Zoulfa Katouh had such a strong and emotional start that I was completely invested from the first few chapters. The setting was heartbreaking, and knowing that the horrors of war have happened on the same Earth we call home made the story feel even more terrifying.

"When I die, I'm going to tell God everything."

-As long as the lemon trees grow.

The twist involving her sister-in-law was one of my favorite parts—it genuinely surprised me and added an emotional layer to the story.

"We don't have to stop living because we might die."

-As long as the lemon trees grow.

That said, the second half lost some of its momentum for me. While the message remained powerful, I found myself less engaged by the end.

"Fear is a cruel thing. The way it distorts thoughts, transforming them from molehills into mountains."

- As long as the lemon trees grow.

Overall, it's a moving and important read that sheds light on the human cost of war, even if it didn't completely hold my attention all the way through.

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