Few books have left me as haunted as Kelly Barnhill’s mesmeric The Crane Husband. I find myself thinking about it at odd moments: while in conversation, in transit as the day deepens to night and New York puts on her diamonds, alone in the wolf-light of the dawn, a cat snuggled on the duvet beside me.
I'll definitely be checking this book out now. Also your cats are beauties.
What a beautiful longing you instilled in me for this book! Thank you!