I finished this book Friday night, long around midnight. Regretted it the next day, but I slept for a good 10 hours last night.
Since it's almost October, there's a good chance this will end up being That Book for 2009.
It was a hard book to read. It was for me anyway. Might not be for somebody else. A very few of the plot lines end up in what could be interpreted as a happy ending. But the others do not. And yet, I wouldn't call it a tragedy. Not in a Shakespearean way where everybody is dead at the end except for the fool narrating from off stage. There is tragedy for every one of the characters; some survive it and some don't. And some just survive and others are able to live on the other side it. This is where the story is. When you can't undo it, when you can't unring that bell, when the ripples go out across time...even generations...and get into every nook and cranny of your life: How do you live with something really, really bad?
Such is life. And where the good stories live.
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This is a hard book to love. I love it, but not in a Time Traveler's Wife or angst-ridden Twilight kind of way. No, this story is one that doesn't leave you the same after you've closed the book. It's been a few weeks since I finished it and when I think about the story, I hate to use a cliche but dammit, I'm freaking haunted by these characters. It's a long and twisty story, but I'm glad we read it. Thanks.
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