You know how sometimes you sit down with a sleeve of Girl Scout Thin Mints with the intent of only having a few (and who knows why your brought the whole sleeve with you, but you did) and then a few hours later you seem to wake from a mint-cookie induced reverie to discover you’ve eaten the whole sleeve?

That’s kind of what it’s like reading Alison McGhee’s All Rivers Flow to the Sea. Except, when your wake from this reverie to realize you’re halfway through the book there’s no guilt or stomachache, which makes it way better than the cookies.

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