There are already reviews noting the premise of the book, so I am not going to go over that. I will just let you know how I felt about the way the book was written.
Have you ever seen a piece of material and, although it was pretty, your thought was “eh, way too busy?” For me, this book was exactly that – way too busy. Too much going on. Too many characters. Too many subplots. Too many overachievers. Too many health problems. Too many cultures. Just too many of everything.
There were 54 characters with names. As I remember, of those 54, only two had no dialogue. That much dialogue is a lot to plow through. Dialogue slows down a story, and at times, I felt this story dragged because of that.
I found it curious that the author made such an obvious point of highlighting the ethnicity of so many of the characters. That is fine if that is done to make the story clearer or when it is essential to move the story along to describe someone, but totally unnecessary if it makes no difference in the story. In this book, which takes place primarily in Harlem, the characters are described as African American, White, Chinese, Indian (the country), Latino and East Asian. A butler-type person is described as “Black” and a doctor in the book for about ½ second is described as “East Asian”. Do we care?
I have never read a book where so many people have so many health or emotional problems. Nor have I ever read a book where there were so many over achievers. Nor have I ever read a book where there were so many unnecessary characters. I felt the author should have included a list of characters for reference and their parts in the story. It seemed that she was just trying to check all the boxes: African American character: check. Latino character: check. White character: check. Anxiety: check. Autism: check. Lesbian character: check. Adoption: check. Multi-cultural family: check. Biased Judicial system: check. Biased workplace: check. The Other Woman: check. Illegitimate children: check. Adultery: check. After reading the book, I happened to look back at the very beginning where there is a thank you written to her “Sensitivity Readers.” Have we come to that – an author has to have someone read her manuscript to confirm that her book does not offend anyone? Seeing that nearly everyone is offended about something these days, that is a pretty tall order.
All in all, the book was a fair read, albeit exhausting trying to remember who was who, who had what problem, who lived where, who was whose relative/friend.
I received an ARC copy of this book from Hidden Gems. My review is completely voluntary.