I find it difficult to write about this book. It's emotional and moving, but the prose is sparse, the stories are highly abstracted, and the grief, heartache, and longing are expressed so physically it's almost unbearable. It made me so uncomfortable I couldn't put it down. But then again, it's so beautiful.
I think it would be an ideal book to read while one is trying to recover from heartache. Or, if that's not what you're doing right now, it will make you remember the terrible things you did or had done to you in very emotionally specific but otherwise detail-free way. I want to read it again in ten years and see what it calls up in me then.