I'm not capable of adequately reviewing this book. Maybe I will be when I'm old and grey like the narrator... but I doubt it.

I said this once: "i… don’t even know how to talk about this book. it’s just good. *flails wildly* robinson’s style is encompassing and gentle. the scenes of this narrative feel like golden pictures hung on on a white wall in an old cabin. please, please read it."

That's probably the best I'm going to get for now.

The moon looks wonderful in this warm evening light, just as a candle flame looks beautiful in the light of morning. Light within light...It seems to me to be a metaphor for the human soul, the singular light within that great general light of existence.

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read August or September 2020