I loved this book, discovered it while working on a project on Stephen Elliott. Someone recommended Someday
to further understand Elliott's "Where I Slept" essay. I don't quite see the connection but I'll never be sorry for following up that lead and reading this book.
One of my favorite bits: ""But I'd never spoken to her about that memory. I think I was afraid that if I talked about it, if I let the memory be articulated, it might vanish, or decompose, the way some fragile and precious ancient things turn to dust if they are unearthed."
It's going to be a book that loiters in my mind for a long time; I know a sequel is unlikely and why, but I'd really like to know what happens next.