The gift of tears this novel so carefully places on my heart, phrases beating out in my ears because breathless— I sense the déjà vu, because Leila’s lonliness is like mine, her water family satisfies that empty type, that different type.

A beautiful country, Turkey I wish to live amongst her colours. I want her Crazy. The olfactory openings to each minute after death were an engaging chorus. Family, religion, conviction, devotion, judgement, desolation, grief, chosen love… we grow with all of these things in this strange world