Mesmerizing. The Year of Magical Thinking was one of those books that caught me completely off guard. I was going along reading it, kind of engrossed, but feeling like it was very surface-y, like someone was giving you a beautiful description of the brushstrokes on a canvas without giving a sense of the painting. But then, at the end, I couldn’t stop thinking about it, it was devastating. Something about this woman…the prose is so tense and tight, you don’t realize how much it reveals and draws you in. Might have to read this next one.