How does Claire Keegan get so much out of so few pages? I loved this, a quiet story about reflection, blame, and the patriarchy. I would really like to read Claire's backlist now, as I really enjoy being in her narratives. It's a unique feeling finding an effortlessly enjoyable author, one who doesn't try too hard or say too much. Reminded me a lot of The Old Haunts in its reflective quality, so if you enjoyed this, you'd probably enjoy that as well.