This was beautiful. A story about Jocelyn and Martin, who start off together but are eventually torn apart by circumstance. They each feel so much grief that they can no longer connect with each other, although they each desperately want to.

Eventually they separate, and then you follow them individually as each learns to live without the other. It's an exploration of grief, of guilt, of relationships.

This story and characters has stayed with me in the days after I have read this. Maybe the first writer I've ever come across who I would even slightly compare to Donna Tartt.