Rating: 4 out of 5

A good story but I didn’t get quite as sucked into it as I have other books by this author.

Highlighted passages:

With age I have learned solely to listen to things I want to hear

They are dead. Buried. Nothing. Mere fragments that flit within the memories of those they once knew. But of course those who live in memories are never really dead

With news of her father’s sudden death, Hannah felt as if her anchor had been severed, as if she had been washed from safe waters and was at the whim of tides she neither knew nor trusted. It was ridiculous, of course. She hadn’t seen Pa for such a long time: he had refused to see her since her marriage and she’d been unable to find the words to convince him otherwise. Yet despite it all, while Pa lived she had been tied to something, to someone large and sturdy. Now she was not. She felt abandoned by him: they had often fought, it was a part of their peculiar relationship, but she had always known he loved her specially. And now, with no word, he was gone.

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