I’d hoped that I’d like this one more. I picked it up because of its intriguing premise and because I loved «The Island of Missing Trees» by Elif Shafak, but sadly this didn’t capture me nearly as much. Although there are definitely things that are beautiful, painful and important about this story, I never managed to fully connect to it. Not a bad book by any means, it deserves all the good reviews, but I didn’t get that much out of it this time around. Could also be because my head hasn’t had a lot of attention to spare for reading lately.