Oh how I loved this book. I absolutely gobbled it up, lived inside it. I don’t think it’s for everyone. I can’t even explain who wouldn’t like it; I can only see why others might not. This explores, in great depths, so many relationships. Friends (through different stages: childhood, college, motherhood), parent-child, husband-wife. And oh my gosh, how often do you read about a solid and strong father-daughter relationship? Almost never. Rebecca’s relationship with her father, and the ups and downs, was so powerful it made me teary several times. He’s flawed, but not THAT flawed. So wonderful and realistic. It reminded me of my own terrific father; my husband’s beautiful relationship with our daughters. I cannot explain how deeply I felt this.
“He was what by that point already qualified as a dying breed, a good, kind man who loved his work and family, who went uncomplainingly to the office each morning, worked long hours, and came home weary and smelling of tobacco and ink. Of course he worshipped my mother; we both did.”
And, later:
“The one and only,” my father said, a smile breaking across his face, and I thought for a moment I might weep.
I am weeping now.
There are so many moments here: of humor, of heartbreak, of pure joy. I don’t know why this so bowled me over (indeed many reviews are middling). Maybe it’s the father-daughter relationship, though little of what happens in Rebecca’s life (or, indeed, Alex’s) parallels mine. Of course I did feel the deep southern California connection:
“She lived…three blocks down on El Molino, in a beautiful old Tudor surrounded by bougainvillea and a high wall that ran around the perimeter of the property.”
Even her spot-on description of pregnancy: “staggering around most mornings as though I’d been dropped on a boat somewhere miles out to sea, the horizon dipping and rising with alarming speed.”
Whatever the case, these characters completely sucked me in. I am usually quite skilled at nitpicking books and am famous for frequently representing the lone naysayer in book clubs when everyone else adores something. I really can’t find a fault with this. It sort of reminds me of one of my all-time favorites, Gloria by Keith Maillard. And the ending, the ending took me by surprise. Loved it.