This book spent many a night on my bedside table. Not because it was an epically long book, it was quite short actually; but because I just couldn’t immerse myself into it. It seemed distant and shallow, almost ethereal. It was like only half the story was being told but yet there were so many things going on. I found it hard to keep my interest in it.
First of all there was the main storyline about the flu epidemic that the main character, Lydia, was experiencing. After each chapter from Lydia’s point of view, there were newspaper articles regarding the epidemic, then disembodied voices. I assume these voices were people she overheard or something. Then there was the story of a stolen recipe told in letters and more articles. Throughout the main storyline there were marginal notes seemingly from heaven.
Overall, it was interesting, but strangely done.