05/29/2026
“All I’d ever have of him is what we already had. It wasn’t enough, but it was so much.”
That line from Waiting on a Friend by Natalie Adler stopped me in my tracks because it captures something so true about grief: sometimes the deepest heartbreak is realizing there will never be more time, more conversations, more memories added to what already exists. And yet, what did exist still changed your life forever.
This novel holds the grief of losing a once-in-a-lifetime friendship with such tenderness and honesty. Renata and Mark’s bond feels sacred in the way the most meaningful friendships often do: the people who become home to us, witnesses to our becoming, the ones we assume will always be there beside us.
Set against the AIDS crisis and a disappearing q***r New York, this story also becomes an act of remembrance. A refusal to let people, communities, and histories be erased. As a bibliotherapist, I kept thinking about how grief is not only about mourning a person, but mourning a version of the world that existed when they were alive in it.
Heartbreaking, magical, angry, loving, and deeply human. This is a book about ghosts in every sense of the word and about what it means to keep loving people after they’re gone.
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