I liked this one. My book buddy bailed on it early on so I thought maybe I’d be heading for the dumpster, too, since our tastes are similar. There was so much hype, though, I had hope—but we all know that hype doesn’t always mean you’re going to be lucky enough to jump on the bandwagon.
This is a family drama that takes place in a small, Midwestern town. Sometimes I feel claustrophobic in small sweet towns, and I’m sniffing around for hints of Hallmark. So I proceeded with caution, looking for reasons to whine. I was bummed I was on this long 464-page trek alone. I wanted to gossip about the characters. Can you believe she did that? Don’t you think they should spill the secret? Etc. etc., gabfest city. I wanted company. It ended up just fine—the characters were rich and they kept me company. Hallmark was nowhere to be found, thank god.
This is a saga of two couples, each with a son, whose paths cross dramatically in a small Ohio town. The story takes place over four decades, with World War 2, and decades later, the Vietnam War, playing a part. When the story got to the 1970s, I felt nostalgia but also felt the unsettling, sad vibe of men fighting in Vietnam.
What it’s about: infidelity, abandonment, love, death, grief, homosexuality, longing, guilt, forgiveness, and the ever dangerous big secrets.
Joy Jar
-Introspective. Each character thinks about their situation, with insight and earnestness.
-Fantastic character development. Vivid and believable. Even though I didn’t love all of the characters (not crazy about a woo-woo woman, for instance), they were well-drawn, and I believed them.
-Good pacing, good plot.
-Some wisdom scattered in a paragraph here and there. Not a huge amount, but I enjoyed it when I found it.
-A poignant multigenerational saga. It feels expansive yet has lots of detail about behavior, making it cozy even while it’s big. I’m not always a fan of big family sagas, but this one works for me.
-No annoying side trips. Sticks to the story. Made for a cohesive story that was fast moving.
-The 464 pages didn’t feel like 464. I’m not a fan of fat books. I worried that I’d have to watch the progress bar do a snail walk, so I appreciated that this story moved quickly. Only for the first 30 pages did my eyes look at that bar and think it was going slow.
-No nature or inanimate object descriptions, which I appreciated. They often make me glaze over and yearn for plot.
-Loved how vivid the time periods were. Made me remember the feel of the 70s, and details were right on. Good historical fiction.
-The biggest plus: I always looked forward to picking this one up. It was so engrossing! The author knows how to spin a good yarn.
Complaint Board
-One main character talks to dead people. Not a fan.
-A little bit in, I wasn’t wowed. Too much about how many people were going to seances. All surface level—it seemed merely to list all these insignificant people (not characters who would hang around, mostly passersbys) who come to hear if their dead loved ones want to chat. Since I’m not a fan of this woo-woo stuff to begin with, giving so much airtime to a seance schedule just didn’t do it for me. BOR-ing. I get it. People came far and wide for help conjuring up the dead; no need to go on and on about it.
-One of the most interesting main characters disappears in the second half of the book. I wanted to hear her story! She gets a few pages toward the very end, but that’s not enough.
-Little nit: Parents notice that their 10-year-old kid isn’t yet home at 10 pm. They calmly mention it, then go to bed! No parent would be cool if their young kid was MIA at 10 pm. Alarm bells would have gone off, calls made, much fret and sweat. The next morning, they see he’s in his bed. I had worried that the story was going to switch to being about a missing kid. I’m guessing the writer and editor don’t have kids, but who knows. It just wasn’t realistic.
Despite my complaints, I enjoyed this book a lot. The writer is a good storyteller, and I liked the language. A solid 4 stars.