This story is everything. It’s such a rich and honest portrayal of family, and it ripped my heart open and stitched it back together a thousand times.
It’s the story of 3 siblings, who all grew up in different homes, under different circumstances, not even knowing the others exist. It’s told from 3 POVs that are so different and yet also achingly similar.
I love this one. It hurts in all the right ways, and my only complaint is that I’m an idiot and should have read this book last year, during one of the 9 different times I checked it out and then didn’t follow through with reading it. I’m slow on the uptake folks, but I do eventually get there.
Book 4 read in 2018