I read this book last week. I didn’t cry, as I tend to if I’m going into something knowing ahead of time that it made others cry. This book is more than sad - it is heavy. As someone who has minimal life experiences with sudden loss or extended grief, I don’t know that I would recommend this book to anyone who is grieving. It might be too hard to get through the first third of the book. Sonali Deraniyagala is brutally honest about an unimaginable pain and because of it, Wave stays with you. I hesitate to call it beautiful, but it is, in a way.
p.s. Sonali, as her husband told her in college, is an anagram of Alison. She remembers him playing her Elvis Costello. That section hit me particularly hard.
Today was my second day of work at my first post-college job. I’m a finance assistant on a competitive Congressional campaign next door to my hometown.
Part of me still feels like an intern. I need to find a dry-cleaner.