The God of Small Things is a cool story of one family in the town Ayemenem, Kerala, in India. The story follows Rahel and Estha as they come home to the funeral of their cousin Sophie Mol, and the text does a very good job of switching to moments of their past when things were simpler for them. You can understand the heaviness from the two through their language.
My favorite part of the book was probably at the beginning of chapter 12:
The secret of the Great Stories is that they have no secrets. The Great Stories are the ones you have heard and want to hear again. The ones you can enter anywhere and inhabit comfortably. They don’t deceive you with thrills and trick endings. They don’t surprise you with the unforeseen. They are as familiar as the house you live in. Or the smell of your lover’s skin. You know how they end, yet you listen as though you don’t. In the way that although you know that one day you will die, you live as though you won’t. In the Great Stories, you know who lives, who dies, who finds love, who doesn’t. And yet you want to know again. That is their mystery and their magic (218)
The quote when reading almost seemed as if it solved a world-renowned mystery. and the lead up towards the quote allowed us to settle in and realize what the heck we were just hearing. I remember first seeing this quote having to read it two or three more times to fully understand what was there to be read. and its small things like this that The God of Small Things has truly mastered.