Typically when I finish a book I experience an accomplished joy. I can honestly say this is the first time I’ve turned the last page and felt a deep sense of loss. I so wanted there to be more; like Renee I was “figuratively hunger[ed]; in a state of frenzied impatience” to keep the story moving, yet devoured each thought and conversation in the process. How very rare and lovely it was to also empathize with two initially disparate characters and share in the celebration of their found similarities.
There is not much more for me to say than I loved, I lost, and I am better for having had the experience.
I’m reading this right now! I’m about halfway through, and I agree – it’s a good read.