If I had to pick one word to describe this book it would be: haunting. I started Hold Still back in 2018, made it halfway, and returned it to the library when I ran out of time. I‘ve thought about it ever since and finally finished it today. I love Mann‘s photography and my dad was a Southern artist, so I couldn‘t help but think of him throughout. My strong ties to VA had me feeling nostalgic reading her reflections. So many feels about this one!