I hate when I have nothing intelligent to say about a book. To be clear, I inhaled this one over the course of a single day...which may not be the best way to experience a story of grief and loss and seeing oneself.
Another round of former Toast editors breaking my heart with their longform writing in all the best ways. This is just one of those stories that stays because it's a good book to have read to one day be sad. And to read now and let the text offer a reckoning with loss.
Also one of the few books where I see a depiction of religion that resonates with me and the push/pull between inside/outside when it comes to comfort and being at home.