"Another sad book, a cry for closure on the early death of Sancari's father and the body she wasn´t allowed to see. Photographing men the age her father would be if he were alive today, and dressed in his clothes, might sound macabre, but it's done with such sincerity that we empathise completely. The picture of an old man (presumably a stranger) brushing the artist's hair is heartbreaking and, in the end, we can only hope the whole exercise was therapeutic. The innovative design interleaves pages from the left and right, like a kind of puzzle. "