Burial Rites


Wow. All of the feels. I was late to this beauty but it found me at just the right moment.

 I feel drunk with summer and sunlight. I want to seize fistfuls of sky and eat them.

This book was a beautifully written account of the last months of an Icelandic woman awaiting her death sentence. The story alone was wonderful but it was the poetry that bled through each sentence that gutted me.

…but there was some comfort in talking about death aloud, as though in naming things, you could prevent them from happening.

Four stars.

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