The Lifeblood of My Heart

WHEN A PERSON GETS CAPTURED IN A STORY, THEN SUDDENLY HE/SHE BEGIN TO UNDERSTAND THE OTHER PERSON.

“I have come to the conclusion that the feelings we pursue without knowing why, the passions we follow, the fears that are our prison, are inherited from the previous generation. In order not to forget, to remember, and to complete each other, actually.”
If the migration of thorn butterflies lasts six generations and the generations continue within each other, which generation is the one that can see this side of a mountain from the other, this end of the sea from the other, the beginning and end of a continent at the same time?
Two people are standing on either side of a closed door. Rüçhan and Nesrin. Türkan and Mine. Kartal and Somer. Well, if Kiraz, Defne and Somer’s other daughter from the next generation, opens the door between them, what happens to the other closed doors?
How do stories change when yesterday, today and tomorrow intersect on the path of a generation?
Perhaps, as Kiraz tells Defne, all stories are held up in a mirror:
“As I was growing up, as a young woman, I realized that my mother was also the other woman for you and your mother.
We were the two ends of the rejection our mothers experienced. We are a mirror that Rüçhan Hanım looks at with sadness as she goes to her death. One of us is the secret of the mirror, the other is its glass.”
The story of the three sisters Türkan, Dön and Derya continues where it left off in Ayvalık, with its independent plot and familiar characters.

(From the Promotion Bulletin)

Dough Type: 2. Hamur

Number of Pages : 440

Dimensions : 13.5 x 21

First Printing Year : 2019

Number of Printing : 1st Edition

Language : Turkish