The opening chapter hooked me instantly. Never before have I reflected on the complete erasing of one’s essence from the place they called home, the stories within the walls where they lived, wiped clean by new-comers or even prior to that point, family members. Only mere months after losing a beloved Grandmother, these images really impacted me & I almost wished I could of highlighted them. “She’s read once that stories only survived three generations & then they were gone, blown away by the winds of time. The proof: What does anyone know of their Grandmother’s Mother?” It was just such a painfully bittersweet reflection I felt the need to add it into my review. Within the same chapter it moved onto the painful & life-changing loss of a best friend, like, what even is this? “Is this f#%ing play about us?”, was ringing in my head. It was almost a parallel to my life this point.
My fascination continued on throughout the rest of the book. It wasn’t a long novel, but it was an engaging read & was written beautifully.