Hard to get into at first, but it's such a !!!! kind of a book. Such a balance between fantasy and reality, plus so blurred lines between man and bear that it's hard to tell the two apart most of the time. So thoughtful and interesting.

A thought provoking novel with some heartwarming moments. Thought some parts were kinda dry/hard to get into, but I thought it all came together in an oddly compelling and fascinating way.

"I feel like the little girl in a bear book for children."
"Which bear? Winnie-the-Pooh? Or maybe Paddington?"
I didn't know either of these bears. "I mean Lev Tolstoy's The Three Bears!"
Wolfgang said: "I've never heard of that one."

A Rachel Joyce book that talks about music and healing and relationships. Hell yeah.

So, so weird. But so damn good. There's something really evocative, raw and vulnerable about it. I thought it'd be a book I'd wind up DNF-ing when I started it ... I got 40-50 pages into it and decided to give up. But something compelled me to pick it up the next day, and I wound up devouring it.

God, if I thought Harold Fry *destroyed* me ... I don't know how to even begin describing what Queenie did to me 😭

This book may have destroyed me ... in a good way. I'm so glad that we get to read Queenie's side of things, especially with the way things went down in this one!

"Have you ever noticed," asked Anne reflexively, "that people say it is their duty to tell you a certain thing you may prepare for something disagreeable? Why is it that they never seem to think it a duty to tell you the pleasant things about you?"

This is a place built to store books, by people who want to preserve books, and by people who want to read these books. I am not alone.