This is a good pick for someone who loved The Year of Magical Thinking. It’s not quite a memoir, but not entirely a novel either—somehow, I like to think of it as a shrine. Francisco Goldman had been married for only two years when his beautiful, talented wife was killed in a freak accident at the beach. Say Her Name is sad, yes, but what brings it to life is the glow of love and devotion in every sentence. Reading it, one gets the feeling that no one has ever loved anyone as much as Francisco loves Aura. And that’s not going away. Visceral, delicate, unrelentingly beautiful, and so worth the tears.