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336 pages, Hardcover
First published May 14, 2013
Cosmos's hair is a little thinner than it was when we first met him, a little grayer. Although he is still young, his face is more lined and his eyes more troubled. In his bedroom he keeps a copy of The Velveteen Rabbit, which Anelda read to him when he was a little boy. Sometimes he reads it to himself. Sometimes he reads it to Vanessa and Charlie. What the story means to him is that wearing out -- feeling threadbare, exhausted, done in -- is proof of having been greatly cherished.Jeremy is a fan of the comic; his mother's killer was too, offering a fraught point of similarity. This meta aspect is more tangled, but I will say that the point near the end where I had to put this book down for several long moments because I was simply too overwhelmed by emotion -- that point was when Jeremy realizes something about the comic that echoes through all the mountains of his mourning. I haven't been hit that hard by a book for a long time, and I still feel a little tender from the impact. The actual ending was perhaps a little too emphatic afterward, and despite the patness of some final arrangements, you will never know exactly what drove the killer to do what he did, but that's not the point. This isn't a book about death. It's about healing, the long, slow way.
The book itself is falling apart, but he won't replace it. His mother's hands held it once.