I loved the lushness of kodhai’s inner world. her receptivity and its intensity. but when the prayerful desire turned to a bitter desperation, I found the prayerfulness of the text collapsing and becoming something else: something entitled, something self-deceptive, something actually in resistance to the love that was being wished for.

want to re-read it at some point. kodhai’s voice will stay with me. 

this novel is god and then this novel is surviving the meeting with god

an intellectual, shallow, empty argument about god. I expected an emotional reckoning with the complexity of injustice, but instead it was idealistic, almost childish.

underwhelming.

could not bring myself to experience any compassion or interest in the fate of these characters. 

Mackenzie didn’t feel fully sketched out as a character.. not at least as much as Noah.