Nos. Mostanában rászoktam hogy jegyzetelek olvasás közben így kevésbé felejtem el amit olvastam. Eközben is jegyzeteltem. Azokat olvasgatva egy szép és kerek történetet raktam össze. Az elején rögtön belecsöppenünk a történésekbe, utána egy itka unalmas monológ mígnem Bankokba kerül az írónőnk. Na ott elkezd beindulni a cselekmény. A sok ártatlan gyermek. A sok undorító „krokodil”. A menekülések, az összefogás, az újraegyesülés. Nekem nagyon tetszett a könyv, de gyenge lelkűeknek nem ajánlom.
This book is really badly written. I have to say it. The author's work to help children caught up in sexual slavery is one thing. It's fantastic. All respect to her for it. She was obviously one of the pioneers here, and five stars (or six, or seven, or hundred) for that. But as a book, she should have had a much stricter editor who could tell her that the reader wants to hear about the children, the trade, the work against it, and not about how the author misses her grandma. Had she mentioned it once, ok. It's human. We understand that it's a terrible, terrible thing to witness, all this disgusting abuse of children. But she rubs it in, and she rubs it in badly. The book would have been stronger as a document as well, hadn't the author chosen to write quite cliche-filled about her own feelings, and constantly.
But, three stars all in all, as this must have been groundbreaking work, at high personal risk, constantly battling the feeling of futility: No matter how hard you work, it's never enough.