I’m not the kind to read sad stories about someones life. I praise Ishmael Beah, the author of A Long Way Gone: Memoirs of a boy solider. He put the unthinkable into words that were carefully crafted in order to make them perfectly flow from the text, to my head. The boy who was between the ages of 12 & 16 at the time, lost everything he thought would be his forever. His village was attacked by a notorious group, his parents were killed and his childhood was stolen from him. At his age, he never thought he would be capable of truly terrifying actions. It’s not all rainbows and skittles in Africa. Wars are fought by children, running around with guns, running around with the intentions of decimating anyone who tries to stand in their way. Children afraid of everyone and everything, on drugs to numb their minds and body's from the pain. Ishmael, who is also the protagonist in this story adventures through Sierra Leone looking for a safe destination to spend the night. He attempts to find food in abandoned villages, hoping the rebels aren’t waiting there for wanderers like him. By the age of 16 he has killed people with a stone cold expression across his face. Looking into their eyes that tell the emotions their faces don’t give away. He has also cheated death himself, with his smooth moves and connections with in the small village he is from, everyone knows him. Although this book was an extreme eye opener, I thought the way he described some parts wasn’t as clear as it could have been. This novel is told with extraordinary force, and heart breaking honesty. You have never felt this much passion and overwhelming emotion until you’ve read this book.