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An exquisitely moving story about grief, love, and family, from the global phenomenon Sally Rooney. Aside from the fact that they are brothers, Peter and Ivan Koubek seem to have little in common. Peter is a Dublin lawyer in his thirties—successful, competent, and apparently unassailable. But in the wake of their father’s death, he’s medicating himself to sleep and struggling to manage his relationships with two very different women—his enduring first love, Sylvia, and Naomi, a college student for whom life is one long joke. Ivan is a twenty-two-year-old competitive chess player. He has always seen himself as socially awkward, a loner, the antithesis of his glib elder brother. Now, in the early weeks of his bereavement, Ivan meets Margaret, an older woman emerging from her own turbulent past, and their lives become rapidly and intensely intertwined. For two grieving brothers and the people they love, this is a new interlude—a period of desire, despair, and possibility; a chance to find out how much one life might hold inside itself without breaking.
Ivan is so much more fascinating to me than Peter. Peter is seriously giving me Max vibes from the movie Shiva Baby. I'd rather hear Naomi's perspective.
The book is getting better, because people are healing/blossoming a little bit. I take relief in the personal and familial relations and get stressed out by the sexual relationships that are sort of creepy/not all the information has been revealed yet.
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I can't help but love anything that can capture the complexities of life and love with all its moral ambiguities.