When God Was a Rabbit: A Novel

by Sarah Winman

when their faces were smooth and devoid of experience, and

I love this description of youth!

For I knew already that something had taken me from me and had replaced it with a desperate longing for a time before, a time before fear, a time before shame. And now that knowledge had a voice, and it was a voice that rose from the depths of my years and howled into the night sky like a wounded animal longing for home.

OH MY GOD. So perfectly said. Tears are streaming down my cheeks. Been a LONG time since a book could do this.