
My favourite book of the year? A definite contender! At a crossroads, somewhat aimless Sylvia travels to Europe where she meets up with ex-pat Henry who loves a good meal, fine wine, and a luxurious hotel. Together they crisscross Europe and Sylvia shares stories from her life. A simple set-up but the execution is brilliant. Somehow Kirshenbaum manages to seamlessly weave together multiple time lines. It's a meditation on memory, keepsakes 👇













