Jess

Hardly possible but this book seems to be even better upon re-reading it.

I wasn't even remotely interested in this book until recently, in dealing with grief, but the idea to pick it up came to me when I needed some comfort about the possibilities. I loved it.

Deceptively simple prose, a wide and complicated spanning of human emotions, and time travel that feels almost natural. I can't believe this book was written in 1979.

The Color of Water reads more like a novel than a memoir or tribute. It draws the reader into Ruth's—and James'—world, leaving you wondering how on earth things came to be the way they were. The persistence and feeling in this book is near overwhelming.