A highlight of Women in Translation Month for me. Not quite as excellent as Elena Knows but bloody close. It took me about a quarter of the book to be fully sucked in, but after that I couldn't put it down. The reveal had me aghast, I genuinely don't know what I'd do in Marilé's shoes, and I think that's the beauty of the story. Piñeiro cooks up such a tragic (but not melodramatic - the context around it was brilliantly done) situation that I think everyone would react differently to. She explores it through one avenue, Marilé, her reaction at the time and the fallout from it. It's heartrending and intense, brilliantly written and translated.