I'm a well read grad student who's bluntly honest about all things, although I try to be most honest about myself.
Why haven't I read this author before? Because this, guys, this. The ending fell a little flat to me: too open, didn't say as much as the rest of the book did, and I was like 'huh, what, now?'
Then again, the book was perfection and if the last page didn't do it for me, well, the rest gave me warm fuzzies. It was just beautiful, grim, harsh love.
Love, love, love. So much love.
Also, the illustrations were some of the most gorgeous and lush monotone drawings I can remember viewing. More love. Love all around.