I haven’t written a book review in quite some time. Too many books to read, not enough time. OK. I know that’s a bad excuse since we are now allowed out of the house on rare occasions but going out requires careful preparation and planning. It demands more energy than I think I have in reserve at this point.
So I stay home and read. I like that best. A woman from book club mentioned this book, The Rent Collector. It was available in a Kindle version so I downloaded it so no visit to the library needed. This is the most wonderful story I have read in a very long time.
The Rent Collector is set in Cambodia and the story revolves around people who live in the city dump trying to eeck out a meager existence by sorting through other people’s trash. I don’t want to tell you much about the story, because it’s one of those that you have to experience for yourself. It’s that good.
I will leave you with this however. For those of you who know me, I love a story that brings my emotions to the surface. The Rent Collector did just that, digging deep into my core. I openly wept. The characters showed love and compassion for each other in seemingly unexplainable ways. And I wept again when I turned the last page. I didn’t want it to be over.