This sat, unread within my books for a very long time. I'm unsure why - perhaps that I felt it couldn't live up to the love I had for The Versions of Us and also for another, similar book released later by a young American author which has subsequently been turned into a TV show. But.. What joy this book brought me from the author's prose, her talent and skill of weaving together alternating timelines while the character lives in one day, working beautifully and the concept of an album is something I don't think many authors would attempt. It does not shy away from the fact it's main character is complex, dealing with her own trauma and abandonment, the life she leads we aren't meant to fantasise over (unlike the other book I mentioned above which I do live but more because, I think now on reflection when I read it and my love for Fleetwood Mac). Where this falls down for me is the middle section: a concoction of characters that don't need to be there and who I had to rack my brains to remember who they were. But Cass herself is unapologetic, sometimes horrendous but still someone I wanted to find love and peace. This book grows into something I didn't quite expect at the start, and I'm very glad I finally read it.