I’ve loved Anne Tyler’s books for years, including her last, “A Spool of Blue Thread”, which was marketed as being her final novel. Unfortunately, I feel she should’ve stopped there. Her books are always a slow burn – typically following a family over a generation or so – but a focus and a direction drive them forward. This one was so slow I wanted to give it CPR, it wandered and drifted, with a vague theme of you never really know your family, but it took a long time to get nowhere. For a mid-sized novel, it seemed to take forever to finish.
Book supplied by Netgalley for an honest review.