I initially thought this book was truly fascinating. The way it delved into the life of a family of stonecutters was captivating. Moreover, the prose had a certain charm with its slightly off-kilter nature. The author's description of events, though seemingly disorganized, gave the impression that there was a hidden direction.
However, as I progressed further in the book, it began to focus more on the main character and her descent into old age. Sadly, I didn't sense that the author was offering any profound insights into this process. It felt more like a mere recounting of the events, leaving me with the rather unpleasant feeling of waiting for the old woman to pass away so that the book could conclude.
At this point, I'm left wondering whether I failed to grasp the essence of the story or if the author simply struggled to bring a satisfying end to the intriguing premise she had initially set up. It's a bit of a disappointment, as the beginning held so much promise.