Beautifully written, with just the right pace to savour the feelings and emotions that it evokes. Mostly, to be honest, sadness. It is an account of the loss of innocence of two children, the whirlwind of events that lead to that precise moment - and the devastating effect it had in their adult selves. An account of human nature, family, tradition, and the relentless advance of time, change, and mostly decay.
I'm sitting here, pondering about the story, and just sitting in sadness. It feels like the characters of the book are infallibly destined to an unhappy life, determined by external forces out of their reach. Like they're cogs in wheels that span through generations and are bound to have their wills crushed, just like all other souls unlucky enough to be born into them... ja feel? im back on my deterministic bullshit yall