A few preliminary comments: firstly, it has been quite a long time since I sat down with a book and basically could not put it down until I finished the whole thing. This book was impossible to put down and I had all but forgotten how amazing it feels to find a book like that.
Secondly, I found myself completely lost in this novel. Kate Montclair became so real to me in the hours I was reading it that I found myself thinking about her, caring about her, even when I put it down. That, too, is quite rare.
This novel was a thrilling, goose-bump raising mix of a moving cancer memoir (though a very a-typical one), the classic story of a group of young friends, thirsty for life, and their struggle to find balance in a world without direction, and a mystery story (believe it or not - it surprised me, but it definitely fit). At times, I found myself feeling as though I were reading Evelyn Waugh's Brideshead Revisited or Flannery O'Connor's Wise Blood, two works that differ drastically in tone and yet somehow find an easy harmony in The Good Death of Kate Montclair. I can't recommend the book enough. It's one of those books as well that I wish I could write more about, but I think I need to chew on in my mind for a long while before I can put its full impact into words.