This book is amazing. I'm still not sure entirely what the point is, but it's written so beautifully that it was just a joy to read: "The day was fine, as if the sky regretted the slow release of winter's grip: the high clouds hurried on to pressing business in another town" [p. 100].

The author moves back and forth between past and present tense so smoothly that you almost don't notice it, giving the narrative a sense of immediacy that makes the reader feel a part of the story.

I'm not even sure how to review this book. It's unusual.