I have no words that will do any review of this story justice. This book made me feel things that no other book has ever came close to making me feel. All I really know is that this novel makes me feel guilty for giving any other novel a five star rating.
I can say that Tarryn Fisher has the most beautiful writing I’ve ever read. In my whole twenty-six years of existence, I have never read anything as beautiful. The last sentence on this book will probably haunt me for some time, and I look forward to it.
When I was describing this book and my feelings to my best friend, he made me realize I was experiencing a catharsis. It literally purged things out of me I didn’t even know I had in me. It soothed me and put my mind at ease to darkness I knew I held inside.
I cried through most of this book, and the tears continued for about an hour afterwards. Not because it was sad, even though it was, but because of how real this book is. I just laid in bed and thought about how much this book took out of me, but how much more full it made me feel.
The closest book I can compare this to is The Virgin Suicides, which I was obsessed with in high school even though I didn’t get the real meaning until much later in life. Yet, even it does not hold a candle to this book. This book is unlike anything I’ve ever read. It’s not a love story, PNR, great sex erotica, historical romance, it’s not even the mystery novel the excerpt has you believe it is. This book is balancing your darkness but still letting your light in, even if you need someone to help you let it in.
Like I said, I really have no words for this. I can never thank Paloma enough for getting me to read this, despite the horrible reviews I kept seeing. If you want to feel something, I recommend this book.