I’ll have to admit, I spent most of this book choking back tears. It tracks – in first person chapters written by two different people – the emotional journey of a family torn apart by cancer and abandonment. I found myself feeling surprisingly strongly for the characters considering how little time we have to get to know them (novella instead of novel) and the intricacies of their interactions was well woven.
The dialogue at times felt too polished and literary. There was rarely a distinction in voice between the narrators and the people speaking, which left the characters feeling occasionally redundant. They spoke with fluid and perfect prose, unlike people in real life, which sometimes served to jolt me out of the story. A few times their reactions to events seemed to go through emotions a little too quickly, as if, instead of pushing through their grief on their own they were being pulled along by the tidal wave of the plot. There were also several grammatical and punctuation errors that made me have to reread sentences a few times to understand what was being said.
Those points were, overall, quite minor and I don’t want to give the impression that they make the book unreadable or unenjoyable. Overall it was a story of hope and made me hug my kids just little tighter at bedtime and miss my husband, who is out for the evening, just a little more than normal. It deals with a universal struggle in a way that is relatable to anyone who has ever had kids or parents, and weaves multiple points of view together to ultimately craft a tale of forgiveness and unity.
(reviewed 28 days after purchase)