A review by pearseanderson
Islands, the Universe, Home by Gretel Ehrlich

3.0

Yes, gods of observation and lyrical description exist, and Ehlrich is one of them, but who are we, dear mortals, to peer into the unfiltered, unfocused observations of such a god? How can we not melt away and drown in the details and beauty? Aye, Ehrlich has written a book, but after drowning I am not sure if I'd read it again. Curse ye, mortal coil!

6/10. Took me many months to finish