Emiko has retired from teaching mathematics and keeps counting anyway: steps to the shop, pills in a box, friends who still call.
The prose is lovely and exact. I wanted the book to raise its voice once, and it never quite does.
A retired maths teacher counts her way through a year of small losses. Beautifully written, if a little too restrained for me.
Emiko has retired from teaching mathematics and keeps counting anyway: steps to the shop, pills in a box, friends who still call.
The prose is lovely and exact. I wanted the book to raise its voice once, and it never quite does.