It’s impossible to write a review that does justice to this novel (hence taking three months to write this review!). It’s quite simply perfect in every way. And after that there’s not much else to add; what can I say, I’m better at doling out critical reviews than praiseworthy ones!
One thing I will say to people lucky enough to still have this book in their “to read” pile, and that is that you should be aware that it is the journey that is important in this story, not the destination. It’s hard to resist the pull of the story though – there’s an almost insatiable desire that comes over you to read; to forego meals, to ignore in-laws without apology; to feign illness; anything; the entire focus of your reality will become Himmel street and your ability to be there.
But I wish I’d taken more time, because in a way, you know the ending from the outset: it is a story recounted by Death, after all. The final pages had me weeping (and smiling) in a way that I haven’t done since I read Sasha, My Wolf My Friend in 1988…. 🙂
So read it slowly, like a nourishing meal, and savour every word.