Some things in life we choose to see. Sometimes events and memories are blurry as though our unfocused eyes refuse to examine them too closely. For still others we choose to be blind, to not see what is in front of us (or, at times, behind us). I loved the layers, loved the imagery, loved the steady pacing of the letters, loved the untold bits the reader infers with in this novel. You’ll like it too.
Review from The Correspondent →