Tanya Chernov

Until the final chapters I found myself rolling my eyes at both Chernov's writing and her self-centeredness (and yes, it feels a bit monstrous to have this reaction to a very naked, honest portrayal of love and grief). She has potential as a writer, as the moving account of her father's actual death and the final chapters demonstrate. But she needs a better editor (please check for awful labored similes and metaphors next time).