I'm writing this post with a heavy heart. With that dull ache of sadness creeping and wrapping around my bones. With slow, deep breaths and teary eyes.
Flora Banks is unlike any character I've ever come across and that's what makes this book.
This is me, sheepishly coming back to blogging after an accidental month off.
How do you review a book a mother has wrote about her own son? How do I write about how this book made me feel? How I found it haunting, fascinating and eye-opening all at once?