Night. Sleep. Death. The Stars.

This is the second 700+ page book of JCO that I've read in the last two years, and I can honestly say that no page is wasted. Her attention to detail (less setting and more character), the nuances of thought, and the effects of grief on individuals as well as family units, is impeccable. She uses just enough stream-of-consciousness narration to make the reader cringe but feel also feel an awkward, sometimes uncomfortable, intimacy with each character. I got to the last ten pages of the book and put it down for several hours, not wanting to finish. Now I'm left trying to find something to read that can match this work of art - the afterglow of experiencing a beautiful book. IMHO ;)