I Who Have Never Known Men

Finishing this book, I still find myself wandering through the melancholic and bleak world in my head. What is life without connection or purpose? Do we create connection and purpose to soothe the knowing that there really isn't anything out there - or that maybe there is, but we will never know for sure.

This isn't a page turner. I wasn't hanging on by the edge of my seat. A lot is left unknown, but it's stuck with me. The first few pages has some of the most hauntingly poetic descriptions of grief. It took me a while to finish this one. I think that initial bit of grief hit me a bit too hard but the last half I read in one sitting. It's a beautiful story.