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288 pages, Paperback
First published September 5, 2013




✔ Matheo can't remember and you (the reader) don't know what happened.
✔ He starts to remember parts of it but you still don't know what happened.
✔ He claims to know what happened but you still don't know, and he won't fucking tell.
✔ He may or may not know the entirety of it but you'll cease to care because you've already figured everything out, probably more than Matheo did. And at that point, you're just watching this book twist and bend itself backwards trying to confuse you and keep you from knowing what went on, while you tolerate its efforts with bemusement.
Tilting his head back, he stares up as the wide swath of bottomless sky falters from purple, to Prussian blue, to violet - a pink smear cutting a path above the horizon like the mark on a child's finger painting. Haloes of light converge and cover the paling mist, turning it a sanctifying white as it falls like dust over the rocky headlands, the trees and bushes dark cut-outs against the rising sun. Below, the sea spreads out before him, whispering and wrinkled, sunlight dancing on the moving water.


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