This book was beautiful. I adored the writing style. I adored the characters. I fell completely in love with this story.

I loved the way she struggled with memory because it felt so real. She was talking about a trip she'd taken with her husband and asking him if he remembered gorging on cartons strawberries and the hike and how she'd been so much better then. He responded that they had so many strawberries because it was the only thing she would, and asked if she really remembered the trip. It wasn't Anna lying to other people so much as it was her lying to herself. It happened a few times and was captured so beautifully well.

The narrative is so disjointed in ways, flipping back and forth in time, but it's beautiful. It's so well crafted that I never struggled to follow Anna's train of thought or current situation. It's just gorgeous writing.

I did struggle with the emphasis placed on Anna's husband in her recovery. Everyone kept telling her she was so lucky, because she had a reason for recovery in him. And he was the reason she wanted to get healthy. I don't think that's a great mindset, and throughout the whole book it felt like the narrative was pushing that mindset as well. Like if you have someone who loves you, then you can get better for them, when that's not really how it works.

This was one of those books I always kind of got the vibe I would love, despite knowing nothing about it, and I'm so so glad I loved it as much as I did. It was fantastic and I genuinely can't recommend it enough.