by Max Porter

I thought this book was extraordinarily beautiful.
The language choice and writing style blew me away and I had to stop and stare at the wall more than once.
I also think Porter perfectly captured grief, that most present but impossible to describe thing. I revisited my own grief and cried for my own losses as I watched the boys and their dad do so.
I found the voice of the boy as a man heart-wrenchingly tender when talking about his own father, and his mother as grandmother.

This book is real and raw and emotional taut, but with those edges of humour and silliness that make grief survivable.

So beautiful – I am changed for reading it