Beautifully written. Though the main character is making some crazy choices to move the story along and it sometimes feels a bit forced.
Favorite passage:
We sit there quietly for a moment. The sun is coming out through the cloud, and the sea holds every color you can think of - turquoise in the shallows, giving back the sky color, and farther out a richer cobalt shade. There's a line of deeper blue where the sea meets the sky. A sense of the strangeness of what we are doing here surges through me.
"When I was a kid," I tell him, "I used to wonder about the horizon. It bothered me. You know - what happens there? What happens over the edge? Do you ever think about that?"
He grins. "I guess you were deeper than me, Grace. I was far too busy worrying about my stick of rock. How they'd managed to write 'Whitely Bay' inside it"
I smile, I like to think of him as a child. When everything was ordinary, before the wreck, before it broke apart. I have an image of him in my mind - lanky, vivid and a little unpredictable.
"I used to try to work it out," I tell him. "What happened at the horizon. And I couldn't get my mind around it. That there's this edge, this limit to your sight, but if you got there, there wouldn't be an ending, there'd just be still more sea...There are places where your mind stops."
"Yes, there are," he says.
"And when you get older, you don't think things like that so much. But it's not that you've understood them now, it's just that you've given up trying..."
I have a sudden sense of loneliness, of our separateness from one another - here in this place among strangers, at what feels like the rim of the world. I glance at Adam, wanting someone to pull me out of this sadness, but I can't tell him, can't express it.