What an exquisite debut.
AMMA follows three generations of women, across time and countries, threaded together. It is sprawling but intimate, and deeply generous in its exploration of love, loss, and the ways that our decisions shape both our own lives and beyond them.
In classic me fashion, I started this months ago, was loving it, put it down for no good reason, read a few other books, and then came back to it and finished it in one go. The characters are all so rich that my messy reading habits still worked out without me having to go back and reread anything. As soon as I returned to the book, they came rushing back to me and I think that’s a testament of its own.
This is the kind of novel that I wish I could have written for my own grandmother. I can’t, now, but somehow it feels reassuring that this exists for another family. It has absolutely nothing to do with me but it feels so personal to me — I cant wait to see what Saraid has in store for us next.
This book was devastating, gorgeous, and going straight in the ‘always recommend’ pile.
