One of the most compelling, cannot-put-down books I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading. Mostly I cried throughout its chapters, such is the author’s talent in drawing me in with simple grammar explaining an extraordinary life that should have remained ordinary. Sometimes I laughed nervously to myself with how beautiful and tragic a personal tale can get; at how we seem not to be masters of our own fate. However it was the fact that the author, Aurthur Golden, becomes a Japanese woman for the sake of the book, Sayuri the Geisha herself, that had me spellbound.
Memoirs of a Geisha, was to me, sensational to read. Published in 1997, the novel, told in first person perspective, tells the fictional story of a geisha working in Kyoto, Japan, before and after World War II. Over and over did I read its mesmerizing passages; pieces of literary brilliance in fact, and weep on the inside from how powerful an emotional punch they delivered my heart.