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264 pages, Paperback
Published February 20, 2024
I am struck by Johnny’s indifference and begin to feel the mistake I’m making. Sitting across from Johnny on an antique seat with fringed throws, ornate and flowery. Even my porcelain mug has been rubbed to a shine! I feel myself as I really am, an acquaintance.We continually seem to be looking at the narrator through a barrier - fog, or frosted glass, or a sheet of thin ice - but this is how she seems to see herself - fragile, haunted and without substance, and possibly powerless to change what’s happening to her. I grew quite attached to Yuè Yuè, wanted the best for her, and would have smacked Johnny upside the head if I’d had the chance. The ending is as ethereal as the rest of the book and probably deserves a re-read. Yay Canadian writers!
I glance at my reflection blurred and doubled on the evening glass.
Little Yuè Yuè has become transparent, silver. I find glimpses of her in fresh water, in mirrors, on fish scales and fins. In Emily’s face, fragments of light in Emily’s eyes—even though she looks like Dad and I look more like Mom. Yuè Yuè, the word for “moon," uttered twice. Out of her small mouth: silver repetition. Out of the sky. Out of memory. Silver repetition.