This is a beautiful book, apart from a few pages of tripe in the middle, and the crappy happy ending. I expect those are the poetic bits that everyone else is moved to tears by, but I reckon that’s a bit of emperor’s new clothesism. Remind me to write about that at some point.
The good part of this book is about how even considering adultery alters the map of a relationship irredeemably for both parties, even though one party may not even know it. Which reminds me of Nell Dunn.
Anyway, this is beside the point. This is a delicately sad and sweet story about someone who leaves her lover so that she might be cured of cancer. Then she regrets it and spends a lot of time trying to find her again. And so on.
4/5