A beautifully written story about the futility of our existence. It does not matter what we do while we are here, the earth with continue, and the marks of our lives will stay for a century or two, and then the earth will swallow up whatever trace existence that has remained. I found this book an incredibly dismal reading experience. There were no peaks, just ebbs; the depressing day-to-day stories of several barely content people.
The author brings the English countryside to life with her flowing descriptive language. The mental imagery is the high point of the book. Other than that, I felt like celebrating when I was finally finished reading this book.