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What a strange and sad, yet intensely beautiful book. It offers glimpses into the life of a family over the span of 50 years, and seems both so concerned with what has been lost to time and the beauty that pokes through in these moments.

Nature sits quietly, humming and swirling in the background between scenes, between conversations, before making some heart-rending flourish when there’s a break in the action. Time too, is a character all of it’s own, silently going about it’s business, changing all that exists. The human characters in the book are so aware of what they’ve lost to time, yet they only seize upon what they yearn for� that connection and meaning� when it’s already started slipping out their hands. But when they’re in these moments, their hearts and minds seem to wander, seeking something else.

I too, would drift off in the sections of speech, but be utterly enamoured by the descriptive passages between. Fleeting moments where the beauty of life crystallises and you cherish the harmony between the experience and the appreciation of it.

Like life, I didn’t want it to end.