I first saw the martyrdom of the Mirabal sisters in The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao and added this book to my reading list. I read it recently with great enthusiasm and think I got the maximum benefit from the book. I highly recommend it.
The story of the Mirabal sisters is a powerful and moving one. Their courage and sacrifice in the face of dictatorship and oppression is truly inspiring. The book does an excellent job of bringing their story to life and making it accessible to a wider audience.
Reading this book not only provides a fascinating glimpse into a dark period of history but also serves as a reminder of the importance of standing up for what is right and fighting for justice and freedom. It is a book that will stay with you long after you have finished reading it.
"In the Time of the Butterflies" was a truly remarkable and poignant piece of literature. It was both beautiful and sad, captivating my heart and soul from the very beginning. I found myself completely enamored with each and every one of the sisters. Their sacrifice during the Trujillo regime was truly heart-wrenching and made me deeply question what I would be willing to give up for the sake of freedom. It also made me reflect on my own relationship with my sister.
The image that particularly moved me to tears and filled me with anger was that of the sisters standing in the garden one night, looking back at the lit house as their mama busied herself getting their children ready for bed. Alvarez's description of them looking at the house with longing, as if they were already dead and yearning to watch their children grow up, was simply devastating. The decision they had to make between political upheaval and being with their children and living for them haunted me. How could they possibly sacrifice a life with their precious children?
I understand that they were fighting against an oppressive and tyrannical regime, and that they firmly believed their fight for freedom was to create a better world for their children. However, it still bothers me because while I admired the sisters greatly, I don't think I would have been able to make the same choice. I don't know how Dede managed to survive losing three sisters. My own sister is so lovely, vivacious, and passionate, and I truly believe that I wouldn't be able to stop screaming if she were taken away from me. As I read, I couldn't help but wonder if it haunted Dede that her sisters died in fear. They weren't simply shot by snipers; they had to watch their murderers strangle them. As I said, it was a sad book, but one that I firmly believe teens in the U.S. should be required to read in order to learn more about Latin American history and the U.S.'s role in the political insecurity of that region.