We Begin at the End

I've had this book for a while, twice before I've tried to read it but put it back down again after a couple of pages. The prose is bleak and dusty, almost McCarthyesque the kind where you expect to look up and find Tommy Lee Jones sat in the corner of the room chewing a snake and looking at you disapprovingly because you've put the bins out too late. I glad I persevered this time because this book is extraordinary, the perfect balance between plot and character. I didn't just blub at the end, I blubbed pretty much all the way through book. I am clearly made of fluff and nothing else.