Status Updates From Three Apples Fell from the Sky

“The evening sky that May was low and sticky, with a bilberry tint. If you were to run a finger across it, it would part like waves, scared, baring its soft, velvety, and live interior.”

“and maybe those callous-hearted people are capable of locking up their own grief with a key, but well, she was not in a position to do that because her strength was nearing its end and her soul was like a beast that had fallen into a trap and could neither free itself nor die but only wait, humiliated, for its inevitable and awful”

And that was how she aged, slowly and steadily, alone but contented, surrounded by ghosts dear to her heart.

In the end, the sky is always identically blue and the wind blows exactly the same wherever you were lucky enough to have been born.

I really thought this was going to be a light hearted love story set somewhere in Armenia. Boy was I wrong.

Beautiful story, compelling characters, a rural setting steeped in tradition and culture alongside pragmatic daily lives and survival. Really enjoyed it.