The Mother Sun by Sui Annukka is a powerful and raw read

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The Mother Sun is the debut audiobook from award-winning author Sui Annukka. It is available exclusively on Audible.

Sent on a marketing conference from Sri Lanka to London by her boss, Surya is supposed to be enjoying a change of scene after a tragedy that has left her grief-stricken and lost – and compulsively fixated on a long-buried, shameful episode from her past.

Finding herself in the same city as the boy she birthed for an English couple seventeen years ago – in exchange for the money that paid her college tuition – Surya is prepared to risk everything for a glimpse of him.

Surya promises herself that she will be satisfied with just seeing her boy and knowing that he is safe and well. But when she tracks him down and follows him to work at a local café, she is left with more questions than answers. Why has he dropped out of school? Why is he at odds with the world? As they get chatting and he offers to give her a tour of London, she can’t resist the chance to get to know him better.

Forced to confront her past, Surya starts to navigate a way beyond her feelings of guilt, shame, and grief, towards a hopeful future – but what will happen when the boy finds out who she is? Could finding all she ever wanted mean losing everything for a second time?

The Mother Sun is a beautiful, raw exploration of grief. It’s so rich in detail and stunningly narrated by Nimmi Harasgama.

It transports you into the world of the characters. The use of Sinhala enriches the story even more adding layers of real authenticity to it.

If you enjoy stories that captivate all your senses then this one you don’t want to miss!

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