Book: Cry, The Peacock Author: Anita Desai Year: 1963 Bookhad Rating: ❤❤❤❤❤ Sickened, I shut my eyes, but tenuous eye-lids were no protection against the leer of the sun that morning. The light merely turned red, tinged with my own blood that crept through the hair-fine veins across my lids. I saw the world through my... Continue Reading →