After Annie by Anna Quindlen My rating: 5 of 5 stars "It had been almost two months and he still waited for her to walk in the back door every morning. That morning he had leaned over Ali’s bed, and when his daughter opened her eyes and he saw the look in them, he knew she did, too. They were all floating in some in-between where nothing seemed real and nothing seemed right. Waiting for the rest of life, whatever that was, a future that felt like a betrayal. He kept her phone charged." I started this novel months and months ago because I love Anna Quindlen and I knew it would be phenomenal. But it's about what happens to a family when the mom dies. And it was so heartbreaking that I had to put it down. For months. I picked it up and put it down many, many, many times because this year was hard enough on its own and I didn't need to sit in more grief. I didn't want to sit in more grief. "“Yep,” he said. Her “complicated” and...
