A review by missmansanas
And the Walls Come Crumbling Down by Tania de Rozario

4.0

"Coming home to someone is many things. It is a literal action, an abstract idea, a physical feeling. It is more than the sound of the key turning in the door and the voice that calls from the porch. It is a choice, a promise, a declaration. It is a return, not as a person to a place, but as oneself to another. It is one person saying to another: You are the one I choose."

To appreciate this, you have to embrace that it is more poetry than prose. Fragmented, poignant and haunted. It winds a bit too much near the end, but it draws the right connections between homes and people.