Quite possibly the most beautifully written book I’ve ever read.

The plot’s slow, delicate pace is one of reasons I loved it so much- it might not have been gripping and exciting, but it was real, and lovely.

It was about growing up in the midst of tragedy, loss, and loneliness; a fast pace just wouldn’t have made sense.

I found cetain passages almost heartbreakingly beautiful, though the plot and pacing weren’t gripping.

Though beautifully written, the eloquence does not compensate for nearly nonexistant plot.