“Tying a shoe; tying a knot on a package; a mouth on yours; a hand on yours; the ending of the day; the beginning of the day; the feeling that there will always be a day ahead.
Goodbye, I must now say goodbye to all of it.”
President Lincoln’s son is dead and is trapped in a transitional space with many others waiting souls craving from something they missed in their earthly life. The President personal way of grieving and the common will of the Bardo people will set a revolution in motion in a night …
This book was a real surprise especially in its writing, mixing true or false historical facts and the many voices of the deads. I really appreciated it even if I was not totally seized by emotions reading it.