My bookcase is next to the dinner table.

At dinner, someone heading to Rwanda asks what books they should read. This is my cue, and I start pulling titled from the shelves.

Well, Philip’s book is the go-to. It’s quite good.

Fergal’s book is also here.

Elizabeth’s book is my favorite, may she rest in peace. It mixes in Bosnia as well.

Gilles’ book has few words, but says everything. You will have a hard time looking.

I don’t think I have Romeo’s book any more.

Immaculée’s book, which I don’t have, has a scene that burns itself into your soul, regardless of your faith in God.

Then Jean’s book is in the words of the killers. Very chilling. I only got that far into it before I needed to take a break.