A tender and timeless collection of prose, In The Fullness of Time takes the reader on a journey of hope, forgiveness, and nostalgia. The author's closest friends have described her third book as "luminous," "immediate and intimate; I feel like you're whispering into my ear," and "so good it makes you mad."
If you have been looking for the way home, perhaps this book will help you find it.
“Hope is not a hard thing and we must not be either.”
The essays and poems in this book are broken into 3 categories, marked by sigils - for the author, “for them,” and for the reader. Each short section is like a portal, and whether it’s for the reader or not they’re able to connect deeply and apply it inward.
This book inspires you to find your own way home to yourself.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
Neghar Fonooni is a talented writer and I enjoyed her other books. This book felt like coming home.
Some of my favorite bits:
“There are things I could have done and should have done and might have done if I’d had the bandwidth, if I’d had the wherewithal, if I’d had the time (although I do take issue with the notion that time is something to be had in the first place). In any case, I am committed to living slow, to easy living—and even in spite of that, there is urgency” (28).
“We will never have forever, but at least we’ll have that cloud” (32).
“But rest is both immediate and cumulative. Ease is a pilgrimage. Nourishment is the way” (49).
“I know joy in micro doses and I know it in macro doses too. And I know that the joy of being alive can coexist with the pain of being alive” (62).
“Here we are, together, breaking generational curses—and I have to say, it’s been pretty damn great so far” (69).
“I hope you never have to know this pain, this futility. I hope that when you love, you are loved completely in return. I hope that you seek love in places where love resides, and that you find a home there, safe and serene” (82).
“There isn’t a wound that can’t be stitched or a sticky thing that can’t be stripped of its adhesive qualities, given enough time” (88).
“I can’t imagine that anything sounds more like home than wind chimes” (98).
“I put that moment in a bottle, tucked it away. Not for safe keeping, but for rations. As the days grow ever darker and the sun sets before I”m ready to be alone in the dark” (109).