Still I Miss You

Alternating chapters as two lovers talk to each other, but not really. See the lady in question here is dead. Floating in limbo - sort of Patrick Swayze'ing it alongside her past lover with nary a Whoopi Goldberg medium in sight. But a lot less fun and way more wordy. These two are self indulgent and grandiloquent musers of love, wringing every bit of feeling from a distant relationship that is brought to the fore by a death.

Death allows them to be more honest in a way they never could be in life.

I've read the whole thing but I'm still not clear what happened. What exactly the scope of their love that transcends death is. They'd both moved on relationship-wise when she passed. Through their emo musings we know he was 52, hot off the heels of a second marriage when he takes a class that she, a mere 37 at the time, was teaching. We see the progression of their relationship, her career, subsequent loves, frenemies and friends, and eventually the cause of her death.

I'm confident Pedrosa could write one hell of a Dear John letter, but a novel length catalogue of a lost love seems a bit much.