It’s been a long time since a book captivated me enough for me to read it all at once. It’s about finding meaning, in a way: what does it mean to be human, what does it mean to be a woman? The resonances with the war are unmistakeable, but this is more about what may have inspired its philosophical thread, not that it’s directly addressing those events.

This is not a pat story with a resolution or a moral.

I’ll re-read it, I’m sure.