"Brief and profound. "Green Eyes" is a beautiful novel, owing as much to the acuity of the dialogue and the strangeness of its metaphors (like the "bloody sunflower field" whose stalks are "popping out all the flowers row by row like a bunch of fish eyes") as to Tibuleac's storytelling. Like a literary origamist, the author intricately folds in plot details so that each new revelation forces you to reconsider the shape of the whole narrative." --The New York Times "îbuleac offers a wryly tender exploration of grief, rage, and the fraught process of repairing a broken parent-child relationship. This slim but powerful novel will stay with readers." --Publishers Weekly "The Summer My Mother Had Green Eyes is a season of ruptures--of immigrants in a third country, the fraught relationship between a mother and her mentally ill son, a body succumbing to illness, a family broken by loss. In Tîbuleac's telling, these sites become the ground of profound transformation." --Asymptote Magazine "This is a portrait of the artist at once grandiose and abject--as pervert Christ locked in the tomb, fingering his wounds; with the viewer as voyeur at the keyhole--but îbuleac comes by it honestly and develops it convincingly.

" --Cleveland Review of Books "One of the most powerful and original explorations of a mother-child relationship in contemporary literature. a testament to the redemptive power of storytelling." --The Kyiv Independen "Tatiana îbuleac's The Summer My Mother Had Green Eyes is a gut-punch of a novel. Emotionally intense, unvarnished, and at times devastating, the narrator's arresting voice draws the reader into the messiness of grief, love, and forgiveness, serving as stinging proof of just how much the human spirit can take." --On the Seawall.