

“I dreamed that I dreamed about the musty grey soil of the island and the sweet perfume it emits after rainfall, a double remove from a place I will never visit again. My mother explained to me once… We find the scent comforting, she told me, because we want to believe there‘ll be a welcoming place for us one day, when we‘re buried deep inside it.”
Phenomenal. John Boyne never disappoints me.