Maybe the most reflective book there ever was. A slow, in the best possible way, reflection of a country childhood spent noticing, watching a herd of cows and their one outcast, the floor of a quarry teaming with freshly legged toads, and the intricate lives of the people of her village. I can't express how much this book made me want to be outside, alone, quiet in nature. 
I felt as though I was meditating instead of reading, which made it hard to want to pick back up and easy to be distracted in the midst of a page, however, it also was so peaceful. Once inside I didn't want to stop. It was such a pleasurable experience.
Finally getting to the end I found the narrative closing into a circle, looping back around to where we started. This is one of my favourite storytelling techniques. Finishing where you began revealing intricacies that were not present when you started.