The Things We Cannot Say
Kelly Rimmer, 2019
Historical fiction Contemporary fiction
A dual-timeline novel about a Polish grandmother's wartime secrets and a granddaughter trying to hear what was never said.
Feels like grief and hope. About family, memory and war.
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What goes missing when a family stops asking questions?
What happens when stories like theirs are lost? What happens when there’s no one left to pass your experience on to, or you just can’t bring yourself to share it? Kelly Rimmer.Kelly Rimmer is an Australian novelist known for emotionally driven dual-timeline fiction; The Things We Cannot Say was published in 2019.
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- What is The Things We Cannot Say like?
- Feels like grief and hope. About family, memory and war.
- What should I read after The Things We Cannot Say?
- If you liked The Things We Cannot Say, try Lilac Girls (Martha Hall Kelly), Night Road (Kristin Hannah) and Regretting You (Colleen Hoover).
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