Status Updates From This Must Be the Place

…possibly because Maeve cannot take this sound any more, not a minute more —she has come to the end of her tether, the end of her rope, the end of the road. There is no more —of anything.

Its so well written, but its character driven to the point nothing is happening…. I’ll be able to finish it and its a pleasant read…. Just not sure what the purpose is

The sight of its gabled windows and single turret ought to be accompanied by a resounding orchestral chord, so happy am I to be home.

When she lies in the bedroom of her apartment with only hours to live, […] she will think of it again and will know it is perhaps for the last time. After this, she thinks, it will live only in the head of one person, and when he dies, it will be gone.

She has sketched for herself the cage door left momentarily ajar, she has caught a flash of a life outside this one, something beyond, something other.