not 'lovely' like tidy and lavender-scented (although it is a book oddly preoccupied with scent, or rather "stink"), but "lovely" like rich and lush and vibrant and very nearly tangible. It's a fourteen-year, five-POV family saga about history and destiny and homeland and diaspora, with a chef's kiss of magic and a teeny tiny sharktease.Īnd it's just lovely. I'm not going to say too much, because every time i thought i knew where the story was headed, i was wrong, and that was one of my favorite things about it-its sheer unpredictability. however, this FAMILY, this STORY-i was as unprepared for what this book actually was as i was for how damn good it would be. I put off reading this until shark week, only to discover that the shark content in this book is MINIMAL. How long was I stupid enough to believe we were indestructible? But that's the problem with the present, it's never the thing you're holding, only the thing you're watching, later, from a distance so great the memory might as well be a spill of stars outside a windshield at twilight
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