Oh look, another book with a dissatisfying ending. It’s not that I like happy endings, but good grief! The ending of Windless Summer was pretty spectacularly depressing.
The whole book was surprisingly depressing and I found myself dreaming about weird hotel rooms and the number six. I also have no idea why TW insisted that I needed to read this book. It seems an odd book for her to insist on. Must be the autistic kid factor? Or maybe the karma surrounding room six?