This book is impossible to forget: I finished it in one sitting – in a paralysed, stunned, empathetic trance ... It is a beautifully written book. Were it not so devastating, it would be a joy to read.
...the sensational, devastating story draws you into Aitkenhead’s book. What keeps you there is its author, a writer for the Guardian whose voice is like that of a wise and witty friend. Aitkenhead doesn’t play her story for tears or sentimentality.
The opening chapter is a tour-de-force, as Aitkenhead narrates in present tense, slowly, devastatingly how Tony died ... no one who reads her brave and eloquent book will ever forget endearing Tony or their incandescent love story.
