I wish I had known sooner that Amy Yurk and Amy Hatvany were the same person, because I wouldn't have waited so long to pick this book up. I also wish I was prepared for the amount of my tears that would be given to this book, because I probably wouldn't have started reading it at the airport, the poor people next to me probably thought I was headed to a funeral. That being said, I was a little confused at the beginning, because it had the feel of letters written, and I kept thinking shr was recalling the past and eventually we would catch up to current time. Once I realized she was writing in a journal to her baby, it all made sense. Despite my initial confusion, I don't think the author could have told the story a better way, and this coming from someone who hates "letter style" novels. It was so real and raw and full of emotion in a way that was painstakingly beautiful and tragic and full of love. I just love this author and can't wait to get my hands on more of her work.