This book was beautiful and terrifying and insightful and sexy and it's amazing that Solomon was able to do everything that they did with such success. I love how much Sorrowland doesn't fit into any one genre.
It wasn't quite perfect, but damn it was a good read.

There was more to life than Cainland, more to earth than its collected sorrows. There was wonder and awe and the allure of nothingness. No one had figured everything out, but there were people who'd made their home in the searching. If they could dwell there, so could Vern.