“The oaks which grow. The stones which don’t.
Art, and sadness, which last forever.”

A fitting goodbye from Frankie, our main character, who seems to struggle as much with her own assaulting thoughts as she does with the physical realm of life. I was expecting a shallow happy ending to this book, or maybe not expecting, rather, dreading the possibility. It didn’t happen, in fact it approached the ending with nuance befitting of this plotless anxiety attack of a book.