I did not read this in one day. It took all summer plus September and October. I had a hard time getting into it, but it finally grabbed me. When I read stories about little kids, I’m worried that something terrible will happen to them, and it has to, in a novel, because no one wants to read a novel if nothing happens. Got to have a conflict of some kind. The conflicts were survivable, and the two sisters’ lives became interesting. The women’s libber mom doesn’t come off too well, but I imagine there were many like her, who completely disengaged from their families, leaving daughters to pick up and carry on. This mom seemed particularly clueless. There’s little sympathy for her, and it’s clear that the children of this marriage, all twelve of them, struggled in their marriages, too, including the sister protagonists. The one successful marriage is traditional in a mid century way, with lots of maternal yelling and butting in, rigid but loving, so long as everyone plays their roles.
Is it true that Italian families are seriously invested in their spaghetti sauce?
The sisters’ dad is a jerk, too. The writers are more sympathetic towards him, and I don’t know why. I think many of us believed that dads from the past were excused from knowing their kids, and only expected chores and obedience.
I will read the rest of the books in the series, just to see how things turned out.