The Griffith House was like nothing Viviane remembered, reminding her of how fast the world changed and of how insignificant she was in the grand scheme of things.
There is something so beautifully ugly about life, about love, about realizing you no longer love someone. She captures the intense and feverish desires and obsessions of youth and first love/lust - with more than a little perversion at times. Walton wields bittersweetness in a way that can make you smile and break your heart in a single sentence. The story just carries this mood, an atmosphere, that permeates the entire novel and left me with goosebumps. The writing is so beautiful, but simply so, that I found myself feeling inexplicably emotional at times. It's a tale about many people, each crafted with rich personality and an almost painful humanity (even those not quite so human).
There is something so breathtakingly real and honest about this book, even though aspects of the story are fantastical. It's a story about a family, spanning multiple generations - it's about life, love, desire, obsession and wasted youth. The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender is, as its title would suggest, a strange and beautiful book. And now I somehow have to find the words to explain why. I'd even go so far as to say it's one of my favourite books, period. This book is easily the best book I have read this year. Me a few hours after finishing this book: What the hell am I supposed to do now? What do I possibly read after this? How do I REVIEW this? How can everyone else just go on with their lives around me while I'm sat here clutching my kindle and trying to gather the pieces of my broken heart? Me immediately after finishing this book: But I knew the truth - deep down, I always did. To my grandmother, I was a daily reminder of loves long lost. To my great misfortune, I was once mistaken for an angel. Some considered me a monster, a mutation. To many, I was myth incarnate, the embodiment of a most superb legend, a fairy tale.
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