The narrator understands her own role as a translator to be one where language itself is fluid but can risk becoming an act of imposition ... A novel of turnings ... A woman on the verge of a horizon she can’t see, and happier for it.
Memory and premonition play a large role in the protagonist’s reality ... Its depth invites rereading, with a sense that each visitation will unearth another treasure.
Elegant in its honesty, its quiet wisdom, and its undaunted reckoning with the limitations of the stories we tell ourselves ... A singular, meditative, and absorbing read.
