Not That Kind of Love

A book about life and death and kindness, that is both brilliantly funny and hopelessly sad.

Adapted from a blog the two wrote in the three years before Clare’s death, the first two thirds of the book is written by Clare, the latter by Greg.

That style of a sort of clearly demarcated literary collaboration was really interesting, the latter third being quite literally a difference voice, but written so referentially — and reverentially — to the voice of the first

The success of that, almost more so than the overt examples of the depth of love shared by this brother and sister, speaks to their rare kinship.