Oranges in No Man’s Land is not like that. Not at all.
Elizabeth Laird manages to write a beautiful, heart-warming story in the course of just about a hundred pages of large print. The setting and characters are just so powerful that the story becomes not a book, but a moment in time. It’s an eternal, timeless moment, captured by language.
I know nothing about the history of Lebanon. I know nothing about the ‘Green Line’ or what that meant, but I agree with the critic who says that Laird’s Oranges in No Man’s Land is ‘A tribute to the human spirit’.