After the suicide of her troubled teenage sister, eleven-year-old Jenny struggles to understand what actually happened.
"...I hated her and loved her that final winter...I saw her try to turn her face away from painful things: struggling insects;
a three legged dog; Kylie, clumsy, dropping her bag, calling out to her across the oval; a simple boy pushing supermarket trolleys, two women staggering across the highway with a carton of beer...On those days she felt everything suffering...That winter the nothingness of still days slipped into her, drop by drop. Days when everything was so bright and each and every thing had a shining clear edge..."
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...Elegant, evocative writing set this apart...adult readers will rejoice in its elegiac beauty.
...Foxlee captures the small ways that humans reveal themselves, the mysterious intensity of female adolescence, and the surreal quiet of a grieving house, which slowly and with astonishing resilience fills again with sound and music.
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