When I first saw the book, I thought the book, like the author's previous writing, was set in Afghanistan. It is not, as the book's subtitle told me shortly after setting eyes on the cover.
Realizing this, I decided I didn't want to buy it. Nevertheless, being stuck in Dubai, with only my hand luggage, I quickly finished what I had with me and had to look for something else. The huge Carrefour right outside my hotel had only a limited amount of books, of which this one was clearly the most interesting.
The book's much less interesting than the author's 'The bookseller of Kabul' and appears to be more a product of therapy then a sound literary undertaking, the author wishing to come to terms with what she experienced while reporting on the war in Baghdad.
The book's too long, too melodramatic and focuses too much on the author's own experiences, which aren't nearly as interesting as what happened to the Iraqis immediately before, during and after the war.
The best part of the book is the last chapter, where the author's able to recount some tales from Iraqis, describing life under Saddam Hussein and where she visits some of the palaces in Baghdad.