Most people are not given a voice at all. Instead they die with silent screams on their lips, their eyes flung wide open as they watch the destruction around them. 

Yoko Tawada 

Exophony, Voyages Outside the Mother Tongue 

It took me some pages, to get over a couple typos, but I like it. That's how you can tell if the book is good enough, because typos are common these days.

The graveyard was humming with the cicadas tymbal sound, a droning sound that goes into us through our ears and through the pores of our skin and down into our solar plexus. Then we find ourselves coming up to the very air of the graveyard like the cicadas coming out of the earth.