Kwan. . Then the final blow her mother dies suddenly leaving her with that over indulged half brother Gordie
whom she has only tolerated up until this point. The title of this book was taken from a line of an Emily Dickinson poem but even if it wasn't it would still fit perfectly. Reading this book was like watching an ice skater do a triple jump, I am always impressed and totally awed by their effortless skill and expertise. Ironically I found myself sympathetic to the Gordie's character because he really tried almost feverently to keep his relationship going with Gail in spite of her being the product of an affair and her sometimes horrible attitude. Not that I wasn't sympathetic to Gail because I was until it came down to the way she was treating her brother. I mostly felt like Gail's character was greatly misunderstood even by her maid Conchita , who ironically probably was the one person who understood her best.. Like most things in life as cliched as it is to say , nothing is perfect, but I have never been so enthralled with the imperfections. This book had the amount of imagery ,good use of plot and a narrative that allowed you to see what the other characters where thinking
that seemed plausible. I gave this book 5 out of 5 books and it is going in the permanent collection
