A Bomb Placed Close to the Heart by Nishant Batsha
Well shoot, I dun’t read many books ‘bout fancy talkin folks and war times, but this one here done got me right in the feelin parts. I reckon it’s ‘bout love and fightin fer freedom and tryin to be smart when the whole durn world’s goin crazy.
So there's this gal, Cora tough as a two dollar steak, comes from some dusty ol’ mining town out West. She’s tryin to be a writer, y’know, readin books an’ thinkin them big thoughts. Then she meets this feller Indra he’s from over yonder in India, a smart cookie too, but he's also all torn up ‘bout his buddy dyin and tryin to figger out if blowin stuff up is the way to git freedom. I dunno, I think I’d just rather fish and leave folks be, but I ain't in the book.
They start lovin on each other right quick, goin to all these protest things and hangin with folks who prob’ly ain't never shot a deer nor changed a tire. But I reckon they mean well. Then the gov'mint starts pokin their noses in places it don’t belong, like always, and them two lovebirds gotta skedaddle to New York City. Which is a shame, cause they was just gettin cozy.
Now lemme tell ya, this book ain't got no gunfights or moonshine or coon dogs in it, but it’s real good just the same. It talks all pretty like, but if you squint and read real slow, you can feel the pain these folks goin through. The way it’s writ, it’s like poetry but with more talkin and less rhyme.
I ain’t real sure what all them big words meant half the time, but I know what it’s like to be scared and want somethin better. This book? It’s ‘bout that. Wantin somethin more love, freedom, a better world even if you gotta run through hell wearin gasoline drawers to get it.
I give it 4 catfish outta 5.