A review by shirecrow
The World Cannot Give by Tara Isabella Burton

5.0

She cries at poems when the slant rhymes suprise you. She cries at old movies where people are in love but can't acknowledge it for self-abnegatingly heroic reasons, like being married or having to lead the French Resistance, and she cries at the lonely light of early mornings. She cries when she pieces together the etymologies of words, and she cries when people sing the exact right harmony and their voices lattice so that she hears only one perfect, unearthly sound.

One of the best books I have ever read. Review will follow when I don't feel like a black hole has erupted in my flesh anymore.