A teenager’s coming of age is a time-honored theme in literature. But Anne Rivers Siddons puts her own special spin on it. For, in many of her novels, she has a middle-aged upper class woman, who somehow missed her teen rite of passage, come of age after the central experience Siddons creates for her character. In Fault Lines, Merritt Fowler is the wife of an Atlanta doctor from a prominent family. When their teenage daughter runs away to her aunt, Merritt’s sister, in California, Merritt goes to fetch her back home. In a sense, both mother and daughter are running away from a particularly bad home situation, but the mother, not having fully reached her potential even in mid-life, does not know she is running. In California, Merritt, her sister, and her daughter begin an adventure that has consequences that not only precipitates Merritt’s coming of age but her daughter’s as well, and in many ways, the sister/aunt’s realization. Siddons is a masterful writer using beautiful and evocative imagery, unexpected plot points, and the metaphor of an earthquake that is both thrilling and powerful. The story is a wild ride with unexpected twists. A listing for the novel I saw while reading it gave categories in which it was placed. Among them was “chick-lit.” Admittedly, I don’t know the meaning of the term, but it evokes in me an image of a book that is light, airy and bright, appealing to women who need a beach read. I was enraged when I saw this, for Fault Lines does not fit that description at all. It is fine literature, written by a master. And it changed my life somehow. I don’t really know how right now, but somehow I feel when I need its message, it will be waiting for me.