What a haunting and magical read! I originally planned to read this book a week later than I did, but I was strangely drawn to read it sooner, and it happened to coincide with a storm of its own in Cardiff.
Like a rough sea in a storm, this book builds in swells of white-peaked waves towards a whirlwind of ghosts. What I can only describe as a seemingly forceful acknowledgment of grief evolves through to a soft understanding for Josephine.
My favourite line from the narrator is: 'No putting the book down, looking at your partner across the pool while the children splash about, saying "well, it's all got a bit far-fetched for me."' Because of course, by this time it is too late, and you are already deep in the storm yourself.
The characters make Aberystwyth feel like the university town/city experience I *did* have, just transplanted. The setting is wonderfully described by the author Alex, transporting you to the rain-soaked place. And the imagery of the spectres is so brilliantly done, linking them so closely to the storm and the rain. It was a delight to follow this story which handles grief in a way so strangely close to what I've been speaking to my therapist about...
Congrats, Alex! What an amazing book :D