A review by proseandpostre
The Danish Girl by David Ebershoff

4.0

“The rail was bubbling with rust, and it smelled of salt, and Greta wrapped both hands around it as she watched Lily slip across the bridge, across the Inderhavn, the tail of her scarf fluttering like a child’s hand, waving goodbye.”

This is why I read! What a beautiful thing it is, to dive into a book and come up on the other side seeing through someone else’s eyes, feeling someone else’s emotions, carrying their thoughts in my head. Lili’s story was wrought with emotions, highs and lows, barely living to living as her most authentic self.

Normally I’d be upset at not having a clear finish but I appreciated it here.