Dom dla Doma

I am quite astouned, how such nuanced, layered book that has, well, everything, was so readable. It's literally brimming with longing, tenderness, the need to belong somewhere, with someone, with, one would've thought, against everything, hope. And love too, of course. I already know that I'm going to reread it not once and not twice.
And now I'm again feeling this breathtaking, raging grief that Wiktoria will never write anything else.