The book took me a while to get through. It's one of those novels that is so beautifully written that you need to go back and re-read sections. The book actually reminded me a lot of Kazuo Ishiguro's The Buried Giant, in that you are never quite sure what is going on and you can't trust the narrator, Sheyda. Another great thing about this novel is that it reads lyrically, like Anthony Doerr's All the Light We Cannot See.

"The room vibrated with fatigue, the fatigue of this life, the fatigue of always wanting. It swelled with longing, for answers, for divine ears and for a truth to be out there somewhere."

Through the Sad Wood Our Corpses Will Hang will make you uncomfortable. It will challenge you as a reader. And I can't think of a better recommendation that I could give a book.