Oh, the pressure in my eyes, as I determinedly hold the dam on those pushing, brimming tears!
A novel not without its problems--two of them, in fact, poke garishly out of the story: firstly, the middle section, where Theo lives the reality she idealizes in her fantasies. Stories can't linger in happiness: moments, yes, arrivals over and over, yes, but not lengthy stays in a conflict-less oasis. Secondly, the ending section, where she meets the ghost of Cecily, is filled with ideas that are ethereal, light, butterfly spirits. Presented with a sledgehammer slam, patronizing and pedantic. Crushes the life right out of the ideas.
(I know it's a book written for someone with maybe 10 years of life experience, not 40, but children's books should grow richer, more complex, when read as an adult, not duller, simpler.)
The young mother's change was somewhat idealized, but not overly so, and acceptable, since people do mature. Theo's 9-year-old maturity was unusual, but not impossible, considering her life.
But! Disregard all the above. It's fine magic realism! Simple, joyous. Hopefulness, positive growth through trials: that's what we have here, in a charming, if sometimes childish, tale.
And it feeds my love of cemeteries. A cemetery that feels warm, comforting, life-inspiring, playful. Imagine that!
(I've been to Victoria, my brother lives there, so the location, which is vivid and obviously loved by the author, was especially evocative for me.)