I read this three years ago and have come back to it to jog my memory before my bookclub. Originally, I gave this a “this was pretty good” 3.5 stars, and I think with some distance and a reread, I’ve come to appreciate it more while also believing this should not have been a full novel. I still feel that this lacked a lot of depth that would have rendered our main character’s choices and thoughts more meaningful. I know exactly what this author is going for and I love what she is saying about loneliness, grief, and the lengths we will go to in order to avoid those feelings, but the novel is somehow both too brief and too ambling to bring it all together. Ultimately, this would have been a very strong short story, but was restricted by having to fill a (albeit short) novel’s worth of pages.