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In the end, this was utterly gorgeous - but it took me a while to get there. It was mostly the inconsistency in language that threw me off. Most of the time quite bland and to the point, but broken up by sudden observations that felt too extravagant and dressed-up. It felt out of place rather than profound. But oh, the ache of yearning, the fracture between desire and devotion, the slow unraveling under the weight of Catholic guilt and duty. A heartbreak of a book.