How High We Go In The Dark
Reading books has always been a way to cope with stress. I find it to be a mindfulness activity. When I’m reading, I can tune out just about anything. My mind doesn’t race, I just feel focused on the story. I was intrigued by HOW HIGH WE GO IN THE DARK because I knew it contained elements of science fiction, when I realized it was about a pandemic, I became apprehensive. How would I stomach this?
The first two chapters were hard to digest. Having a young son, living through a pandemic, it hit way too close to home. I could feel my chest getting tighter, just imagining myself as one of the parents who lost their child. It wasn’t easy. I almost wanted to DNF because it was all too much, but I kept going and soon found myself oddly comforted by this book and the way it explores grief. How do we deal with grief and catastrophe? As the world’s crises seem to grow and mass death becomes more normalized, how do we handle just so much grief? I once saw a quote about hope, how hope alone can not sustain you. So what does? I think this book explores that question succinctly. We find a way to live and go on in the quiet moments. In simple interactions and connections. Sometimes we learn too late and we reflect on moments we lost and things we could have done differently, but we hold onto the ones we have and we hope, we love, we survive…
I loved this one, very much. It struck a chord with me. I loved the sci-fi vibes at the end and how it tread a line between dystopia and mythology. I don’t know if this book is for everyone, but I love it when you find a book you feel was made just for you. A work I won’t soon forget.
[ID: The novel HOW HIGH WE GO IN THE DARK, resting on green plants outside]
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