“These were the lovely bones that had grown around my absence: the connections — sometimes tenuous, sometimes made at great cost, but often magnificent — that happened after I was gone. And I began to see things in a way that let me hold the world without me in it. The events that my death wrought were merely the bones of a body that would become whole at some unpredictable time in the future. The price of what I came to see as this miraculous body had been my life.”

I read the first chapter on Monday morning, and I was so disturbed by it that I let the book sit all week. Yesterday morning, I started Chapter Two, and I finished the book right after dinner. I’m know I’m late to the party on this one, but now I can see why I have heard about this novel ever since it came out.

Exciting. Creative. Mass Appeal.

Justice? Insight? Eh . . . a good Sunday read, though, for sure.