This book has been on my list to read for a while. It feels like I keep running into it, recently in Myla Goldberg’s workshop, and it’s also coming out this year as a feature film, so I felt like it was finally time to dive in. The language hits you in the gut. Physical, visceral, and heartbreaking, the narrative engulfs you in the story of this family from the youngest son’s POV. It’s about the little moments in life, how they define us, and even how they can suddenly become the big moments. You can feel the ending from the opening pages, the weight of it all, and when it hits it is satisfying, while still heartbreaking. It’s the type of book that makes you want to pick up your laptop and start writing.