The Island of Missing Trees

The Island of Missing Trees by Elif Shafak
Reviewed by Mimi
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I'm embarrassed that this is the first novel by @shafakelif I have read, however, I had the singularly brilliant privilege of reading The Island of Missing Trees whilst on holiday in Cyprus, so I feel like that makes it worth the wait.

This story follows two timelines. That of Ada, a young girl at school in the UK and her parents who grew up in Cyprus. Her father Kostas is a Greek Cypriot and her mother Defne is a Turkish Cypriot so their love is a forbidden and difficult one. Their story takes place as the war and partition are happening. People are killed and go missing on an almost daily basis. Ada loses her mother at a young age and is raised by her Father but has never met any of her family from Cyprus. Indispersed throughout the book there is a Fig Tree telling its own story and witnessing events of love and war.

There is so much going on in this book and it is an incredibly rich read, almost poetic. There are plenty of characters to love, and even The Fig Tree stands out with its own personality. Elif has managed to paint such a vibrant picture and there are many moments that had me really holding my breath. I cared so much about Kostas and Defne and the difficulties they were facing. They were the human side of the conflict in Cyprus.

It felt to me like Ada was truly tormented. She was suffering for the lack of understanding about her past and when her Aunt lands on the doorstep, she reluctantly uses the opportunity understand more of where she came from.

I loved this book and if anything, it ended too abruptly and too quickly for me. I could have read so much more.

Linda Malek

I've always had the urge to set up a forum and voice my thoughts after each read, but never had the confidence to do so alone. 18 months ago, I got my fellow book-loving friends involved and formed The Candid Book Club! Aside from having an exponentially growing to-read pile and deteriorating shortsightedness, we've been lucky to have been invited to publisher events and have attended several talks with our favourite authors (Thank you and long may they continue!) To take a break from the pressures of PhD Chemistry, Jess and I exchanged books all the time and in my youth, I was that kid with the first editions of Harry Potter having already read Gulliver’s travels and some Charles Dickens. At work, my desk is a library and luckily for me I sit next to another bookworm Jack who entertains all the photo-taking. I'm suffering from a chronic case of wanderlust (age-related crisis) so books which are set as far away from home as possible tend to float my boat: Middle East, Israeli-Palestinian conflict, Asia...you name it. But if it's got anything to do with Egypt then I'm all over it. So you get the drift...I read all the time, everywhere (on the tube mostly), everyday, a book a week, and very quickly I'm onto the next! And then sometimes there is a book that stops me in my tracks, makes me want to swallow the pages whole, and have it next to me at all times, with some sentences staying with me forever: Shantaram by David Gregory Roberts, anything by Khaled Hosseini, The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon, Stay With Me by Ayobami Adebayo (absolute gem of a woman), A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara, A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry, The Good Immigrant edited by Nikesh Shuklaand and anything by Naguib Mahfouz.

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