Status Updates From Fog Heart

How is it this book has been all but forgotten? Unless it tails off badly at the end, it's one of the best novels I've read this year.

He reached for her, but when his hand touched the bloody air around her, it felt like fire. Filmy stuff that disintegrated as he brushed it on his shirt. He glanced up at her again, and she seemed to be fire itself, a brilliant red glow against the richer crimson of the massive sun. Fire disappearing in fire.

I would very much like to put this down and go outside or something, but I simply CANNOT.