This is going to be short.
It will be short, not because I don’t have much to say about this novel, but because there’s nothing I can say that would ever do justice to its beauty. I don’t have the words to describe it because I don’t know if words have yet been invented that are majestic enough to reflect its grandeur.
Just go out right now and buy this book.
Stop what you are doing.
Go buy it and stay up all night reading about a generational matriarchy that ends with a girl who is born with the wings of a bird–or an angel–you be the judge.
Maybe have a cup of coffee or tea, and some freshly baked bread, while you devour the story.
You will not be disappointed. I am disappointed only because I didn’t write this story myself.