wanjun li

This is the first book I read by William Strout. It does not disappoint me at all.Instead, it arouses my tremendous interest in this author I never heard of. The way she described her feelings and senses appealed to me so much that I could not put down the book until I was through it in one day. I hardly remember the last novel I read years ago. This does not seem like a novel to me. I plan to fuel my passion for Eliabeth Strout by looking to read some more of hers. I would absolutely amen to the lines near the end of the book "Oh dear Everybody in this whole wide world, we do not know anyboday, not even ourselves. "