Rating: 4 out of 5

When I woke up this morning and started to read I wasn’t in love with the book. Or its characters. By the time I finished I’d had tears steaming down my face and had read the second half in a single sitting. So, as with many books, one that drew me into its world.

Highlighted passages:

It’s good to be reminded that the world is full of stories that are, potentially, at least as painful as yours.

people buy books for all sorts of reasons.

What’s the point of a book that isn’t read?

Our pasts are as unfixed as our futures,

working in a bookshop was, I suppose, my dream job, once the other dreams had realised they were on a hiding to nothing and found someone else to bother.

The sea was a part of their story.

when you’re a child you don’t always know the right questions, and you don’t know that you don’t have forever to ask them.

it’s the fact that these small memories come from the kind of tiny reminders that you simply can’t predict, and so can’t protect yourself from, and they catch you, paper cuts across the heart.

Words do sound different in the air.

If there’s no one who cares about you then there’s not a lot of satisfaction in dwelling on all that you’ve haven’t had, or seen, or done.

Originally posted to my Goodreads account