Given what my therapist had said, and when she recommended it, I started the book with much trepidation and no small amount of anxiety. There were certainly some parallels to my youth. Yes,  I cried some. Sometimes for her. Sometimes for me. I laughed at the end.

Along the way, I felt the juxtaposition of the crafted lyrical writing and the back water patois was forced, but it felt right in the end. I'm not sure how to explain why I felt it was forced. It was a sweet,  slow book, well matched to the marshy Atlantic coastal lands in which in took place. I enjoyed it, and some parts will stick with me, but it's not all that high on my list to recommend.

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My therapist said, "It'll be interesting to hear your thoughts on this book."

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I still think back to this book from time to time. I remember the lazy, hot feeling implied in the writing (much like my summer days in Delaware) and the feeling of the ending.