Rereading this one left me feeling so frayed around the edges. I remembered the difficult story line, the Australian charm, and the fascinating, nonlinear approach in which 20+ years were woven together in what feels like a random fashion (but is definitely not random) to create one story. The unique way in which the story is told has always stood out to me.
I did not remember (or chose not to) how much it actually hurts to read this one, nor how much of the story is composed of grief and misunderstanding. There’s also a lot of joy here, but I think that only a span of 4 years has made a difference in how I absorbed this story. I think it’s still a great read, but the feels wrecked me this time.
Book 187 read in 2018
Later. I will find all the words later, but you should be reading this. Right now.