Searingly raw. Palatable with grief. A prose that can split a reader in two. Olive Juice will swallow you whole, reducing you to the little deaths scattered throughout this small but vastly touching novella. Before this book, I had never heard of Missing White Woman Syndrome, and oh, how that broke my heart. Two fathers attempt to find their way home, and maybe, just maybe, they'll find their way back to each other in the process. Heartbreaking.