The novel unfolds in a small town in New England of a mother/daughter both alike in so many facets and yet neither wanting to be like the other. It is about the secrets we keep from ourselves and others, about the fictions we create and believe, sincerely or otherwise, to protect our images and illusions in others' eyes. In quiet, lucid prose, Strout captures the hesitating, awkward moments of friendship, crushes, life at work and at home.
I didn't care for how insecure most of these women were but, did care about them and how they evolved.
This is a subtle book with a slow plot line. While the writing and the story were good, it was not a light or overly enjoyable read. That being said, I am glad I read it and I will read other works by this author.
Rating: 3.2 OK