As I read All the Water in the World, my television showed footage of extreme flooding in Kentucky, while outside my own window in central Illinois, the world was frozen solid.

All the Water in the World by Eiren Caffall is one of those rare novels that doesn’t read like a debut. The writing is gorgeous—so much so that it made me question my own ability as a writer. Can I ever be that good? And yet, for all its literary beauty, the novel never loses itself in its own prose. It’s not one of those books that exists just to showcase an author’s talent; it has a story to tell, one that is both gripping and deeply human.
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