“Why do we wait until people are dead to talk about how we felt?”
— The Last List of Mabel Beaumont, by Laura Pearson
Stayed up long past bedtime to finish The Last List of Mabel Beaumont (by Laura Pearson). Such rich relationships, fractured and so human, with such love and wisdom. Also appreciated the 86 year old protagonist: being old doesn’t make you dead (until it does, of course. But that is not a spoiler, just an observation)
Warning: this book made me cry. So good.