I would have liked this book so much better had the blurb not been incorrect. This is a painfully constructed novel. One of those books someone writes and edits and re-edits and shares with an elite writers workshop. Sentences that someone has memorized.
This is a soft spoken grief novel. An unrequited love, sapphic, journey of loss through ordinary life. This book is surprising but not heartwarming. No mystery or even romance, but a deep character development over the course of years of a friendship. It’s an odd title and an odd choice of cover art.
A 70 year old Manhattan therapist and her near self-indulgent quest to make sense of her friendships and love over the course of her life.
Read it slowly and with an open heart.
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