I want to say that this novel is about filters. I want to say that it reminded me of my Grandmother, as she got older, and rarely filtered her thoughts before they became words. I also want to say that that same Grandmother was also bitter at times. Angry. Hurt. Judgmental. Loving.
I want to say that we are all trying to find where we fit. Seeking out what is familiar to us. Resistant to change. Making order out of chaos. I want to say that this novel filled me with hope.
So, I guess, in my own way, I did say all of that. Oh, and the horse was cool too!
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