I am surprised at the number of high ratings on this book. I clearly did not read the same book as so many of the other reviewers. The characters seemed to be moving in their own spaces, but none seemed connected to another. I continually had to remind myself who Amy was, who Ginny was, who Fran...
At the time, the entire country was recovering from disaster, and he’d felt the sway of sorrow, the sharp pull of grief. But then, gradually, slowly, in the months that followed, he felt a counterpull toward meaning, one that brought with it an almost unexpected hopefulness. He reasoned he should...
In early September, they come by train along tracks that once transported coal to the region, along rails that hum in the heat, a low metallic sound that gradually ascends into a rumble as the train passes, metal hitting metal, the wheels flattening pennies left by children who wait to collect th...