Because how do you say "this book made me feel so blatantly, painfully, beautifully seen" and "this book took me by the wrist and forced me look at life from a different perspective" at the same time without sounding trite?
How do you explain that some stories heal you because of how desperately they hurt?
How do you describe (without simply copy/pasting the chapter) that there are very few things in life more heart-poundingly intimate than an unwanted haircut?
The Space Between Bones is a textbook on surviving darkness through whimsy and sheer determination. It's poetry disguised as a novel that puts things into words you thought were only feelings. It's romance that isn't "pretty" because that's far too paltry a word for how exquisitely lovely Mags' and Ezra's story is. It's the best happily ever after I've read in a long time, and is, without exageration, one of my favorite books ever.
Keller has quickly become an auto-buy author, and I will greedily gobble up anything she writes. Everyone in my personal life is subjected to me constantly bringing up Secrets of Salomé novels in conversations that really shouldn't be related (but I assure you, I find a way).
Also on a lighter note, I read this book in 28 hours after a many-month reading slump. I swear to you, it cured me. I suppose I can thank the good doctor for that.