What do you think?
Rate this book


304 pages, Paperback
First published July 19, 2018
Of all the hardest things to lose in the world, amongst all the food turned to dust, all the people you loved a memory, all the landscape you knew as well as your own body turned to mulch, hope was the hardest to lose of all.
We’re the only two in the world that could understand the other. Because of how our bodies are woven with fear, and how that gets to you after a while. How living a life that is only a memory of other things makes you something else. And how you try, despite this, every day, in the tiny ways you can do it, to stitch it all back up.
I look for things too, but it’s a different sort of looking. His is discovery, enchantment and a world of endless possibility. Mine is the pointless hope of recovery …….. I look for anything that is recognisable, anything that’s familiar. I look for anything I could hold up to him and say: look, that’s what we left behind