A beautiful, sad little bookwith a mood akin to that of Ethan Frome, with characters caught in a Limbo between bitterness and honour.
I wanted to keep reading, and I read in hope and trepidation, sensing that Trevor is not one to offer simplistic solutions. There is no attempt here to preach, or to explain, only to explore and to commiserate by writing solid and affectionate, but never patronising, portraits.