The story is mesmerizing, and since it is Moira’s and told by her, we must read between the lines and try to follow her bouncing thoughts to places she doesn’t really mean to lead us. She is all too human, and all too afraid of her own emotions and those of others she is virtually unknown to everyone who should know her best, including her younger sister, who only sees and worships her from a distance. I found Moira quite unlikeable at times, and so vulnerable and alone at others that I could not help understanding and loving her. When the book begins, we find Moira Stone sitting at the bedside of her younger sister, Amy, who is in a coma from an accident, and there is the immediate sense that there is something troubling in this sibling relationship that will be revealed and that the accident will be more than just that to Moira herself. She was a gift from my friend Candi, and one I took far too much time to open. If I haven’t already told you, I am in love with the poetic, lyrical sorcery of Susan Fletcher. Still, even in these adverse reading circumstances, it was magic every time I opened the covers. It deserved a slow, consistent read and a mind clear of all that jingle-jangling. I stretched the reading of this book over almost a month, grabbing a chapter while doing the laundry, resting between the packing of boxes, or trying to forget how long the wait has been for my furniture to arrive at my new home.
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