Haunting. A completely brittle and open look at grief. Anne Enright requires her reader to have vision, not to take all things literally but to step into memories knowing that memories can be misconstrued because of the love you have for people and because of perception. This story's main character, Veronica Hegarty, is trapped in a world of losing a beloved brother, Laim, and of trying to understand her patchwork family. She struggles with how to just simply be after living with piles and piles of years' worth of confusion that seems to all rise to the surface with Liam's body, floating there, obvious amidst the beauty of the water. There is no romance in this novel. There is no comforting warm firelight at the end. This book is a majestic weave of pain and love, a poetic interlude between the fate of birth and death. Profound...
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