Let me start by saying that L.E. Modesitt Jr. is one of my favorite authors. He has a way of putting large scale things like politics and economics into his books with out the unnecessary info dump or boring the reader. This is the first book of his I ever read and I have devoured […]
As a child of the eighties and nineties I assumed that others like myself were enjoying a similar childhood. Perhaps my neighbors weren’t making trips to see their great-grandparents in Kentucky, perhaps they weren’t playing Skip-It, or rollerblading down hills, but without a doubt they were experiencing a childhood. In the bubble of my mind and the shelter of my childhood, this experience was being had by all. It was not.
While I was watching cartoons and eating Cinnamon Toast Crunch on Saturday mornings, children seven thousand miles away in Sudan were experiencing a childhood that I, at 8, could never have fathomed. Here are some books that tell their stories.