Beautifully lush writing. Moore picks up on the tiny details of life radiating out from an enormous, shattering event, and makes them sound nearly as profound - or perhaps indicates that it is these small moments (the circle of light reflecting off a watch face, sheets of swirling snow, a pot boiling on a stove) that make up the long moments after and between tragedy or happiness. That being said, while I just thrilled in every line, this isn't a book for a the plot-driven. The level of detail without anything really happening can seem excessive, but it was just so damn well written that I couldn't help but love it.
