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Book review : The Seeker of Nothing

Genre : Fiction 

About the book :
This fable revolves around the lands of Corcusia and the Mountains of Templetron and the lives of two brothers. Andahar is dealing with inner unrest and turmoils that refuse to go away while his brother Ned-har tries his best to ease his pain and set him free. 

The protagonist is authentic and real, their characters are well-curated by the author. It focuses on the journey to healing and finding himself after a traumatic event. The flashbacks of the protagonist is heartbreaking. 
(no spoilers given here)

My verdict πŸ“Œ :

What I really liked about this book is that among the fictional settings, the book sways beautifully through healing and self-improvement.

The writing is done with finesse and the storytelling is beautifully done. I've come across very rare fictional books that bring out such inspiring message. 

I've been always inclined towards nonfiction but this fiction opened a can of emotions in me.

This book is totally worth your time. I loved the highlights thrown in the book. The reader can feel the depth of emotions while reading it. 

Would I recommend this? 
Yes, certainly.

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