2.5 stars
The writing felt superfluous and the over-use of oceanic descriptors was a bit too on the nose. It felt like the author was telling instead of showing.

“There were rings on all her fingers except her thumbs. They glittered like Popsicles just pulled from a freezer.” This description of the rings sounds odd and unnecessary.

“Every cell in my body felt like it had turned into a dolphin, a diamond, a dark and endless sky” this quote feels superfluous and I think would be better presented if just one descriptor was used instead of three.

Ultimately, I just think this will be forgettable for me in the long run. It seems like an amalgamation of many novels I’ve already read before. While compulsively read-able it brought nothing new or fresh to the table. The climax didn’t really feel climactic. What I expected to happen is exactly what happened throughout the novel. While I do think the author has some writing talent I think the story being told could use work.

I struggle with understanding the LGBTQIAP+ tag. The main character refers to a fellow coworker with the quote, “I didn’t know if I wanted to be with her or be her” and that’s the extent of queer in this novel, not enough to justify the tag.

Wonderful. I mean, this book is precisely what it says on the tin (it's a ghost that's a fish that's also someone's dead sister, what more do you want?), a simple magical realism concept with enough of a twist to be intriguing and a vibrant enough execution to feel full and complex.

I was immediately pulled into Alison's world and voice: I finished the novel in two sittings within one day, and it's been a while since I've done that, even with a short novel like this. Some of it is the fact that it was a really nice day out and there are few pleasures like reading by an open window, caught in the breeze and the ray of sunshine beaming in. But this novel is particularly well-designed for it: There's a perfect balance between comfort and conflict, as the main character obviously carries significant grief and trauma with her and the city she lives in can seem like a malignant force (at least as far as we are embedded in her perspective, but seriously the more books set in New York I read, the less I ever want to live there), but she also finds tenderness along the way and you want nothing more for her to give into it rather than shrink away from anything good.

That tension, I think, is what kept me turning the pages even when I'd told myself I'd stop reading at the end of the hour and so on. Sometimes as a reader you feel like you have the power to drive the character toward the conclusion they deserve.

The novel hits some turbulence in its second part, seemingly struggling to land gracefully. Maybe that's okay. Maybe a perfectly executed symbolic end isn't right for this story, and a bit of chaos is more fitting. Nevertheless, the characterization of secondary characters takes a hit, and the whole structure of the novel is practically designed to lead to an information dump, for better or for worse. This may prevent the novel from meeting my wildest hopes, but it certainly doesn't prevent me from loving it. Gorgeous, resonant work, and Stuart Pennebaker is certainly one to watch. Whatever she writes next, I'm in.