Book Review: Princess by Jean P. Sasson

Bet none of you saw THIS coming, did you? It's an autobiography of a woman living in Saudi Arabia. Try to imagine that if you will. Me. Saudi Arabia. Woman. Autobiography. Autobiography. Me. Well, I did say I was going to try and diversify when it came to reading, and Nadia gave me a hand (thanks, love) by passing me this book, along with two others: Tuesdays with Morrie (awesome, awesome book), and A Child Called It. All three are autobiographies.

Right, now the name itself brings an image of a rich, beautiful girl, covered in diamonds and rubies, living in the lap of luxury, getting everything she wants when she wants it. If that image is what you have in mind, then it's going to be shot down to hell once you open the book. What follows is a riveting story of oppression, oh how women are treated in Saudi Arabia. They have to real rights, no say in anything, and are viewed only as things used for breeding with and sexual pleasure. In a family, sons are treasured, daughters are reviled, for fear that they might 'sully the family name'. Since birth, women are taught to be obedient to men, and men are taught to be stuck up, arrogant pricks who abuse them.

The story follows the life of Sultana, from her childhood days till her marriage, of all the trials and tribulations she has to go through as she dreams for a change in her world- one that will permit her to achieve her other dreams, for indeed, in Saudi Arabia, women have no right to achieve anything they want. From the way the story is told, (especially if you're a girl), prepare to spend a lot of time snarling and growling, and feeling sorry for, not this woman in particular, but the entire female population of Saudi Arabia. To describe some of the things they have to go through here would not do the book justice, so I'll leave it to you to read for yourself. You'll be surprised as to how harsh and extreme things are in these book, considering the fact that Arabs tend to generate the 'holier-than-thou' image on us Muslims.

The language is simple and clear. Using the first-person narrative, the author draws us into the main character's shoes in such an effective manner that you will feel as though you are the person, and, to an extent, wish that someone would sweep in there with a plane, rescue all the women, then drop a nuclear bomb on the remaining men. The story doesn't end as the book finishes- as it sets the stage for two sequels (which I hope to be reading really soon). It ends in a mournful, sad yet hopeful note. Which is, something that I'm thankful for. The way I see it, autobiographies are meant to end sadly. (part of the reason why I hated the Memoirs of a Geisha movie)

Rivetting and a page-turner. Despite what I expected it to be, it turned out to be a book that I will always remember.

8.5 out of 10.