To be sung underwater

I was late to work this morning because I had to finish the book. It was lovely and haunting and sad.

I couldn't put it down. Seriously. I've never resorted to that cliché before, I don't think, but in this case it's true. I'm traveling abroad right now and brought the book with me. I began it on the plane, continued reading in the airport lounge during a layover, and kept at it in my French hotel despite being seriously exhausted. But I needed to know what became of these people, Judith and Willy . . .

Read my full review at Perpetual Folly