I won this book on a Goodreads first reads giveaway.
I’m not really sure what to say about this other than I thought it was (as the stars say) “okay”.
There was a lot going on here, which I’m not entirely sure was a good thing. Somehow this book managed to feel both over- and underwhelming at the same time…between the constant virtue signaling, the information dump about people’s backgrounds, and how everyone living on the same block seems to suffer from some rare disease it’s a lot to swallow and sort out.
We’re treated the POVs of multiple different characters, Emma a single mother, Riley her teenage daughter, Genevieve the pretentious grandmother, Clark the flighty father, and Miller a single dad. So, it’s a lot to take in as it is. It doesn’t help that the story isn’t consistently moving forward. One chapter is about Emma in the present, then the next chapter is about Miller doing something with his daughter than randomly meandering back in time with little to no warning for almost the entire chapter, only to switch to an entire chapter about Emma day dreaming about when she was a teenager. We’re basically spoon-fed bits of the present plot while the characters backgrounds are almost dumped into our lap every chapter.
It felt a bit ironic that the main character, Emma, is a therapist and yet every single person (including Emma herself) could have used some serious therapy.
(On a side note, why is Emma so embarrassed it took her 11 years to get a PhD in Psychology? It takes anywhere between 8 to 12 years on average, so for a single mom working a minimum wage job at a grocery store she technically fell into the average.)
Everyone in this novel seemed to have some tragic past issue stemming from some rare medical phenomenon. Miller’s wife died from an amniotic fluid embolism (1 in every 40,000 deliveries), Emma’s grandfather lost his wife to Lou Gehrig’s Disease (ALS which has less than 20,000 cases a year in the US), to a character suffering vascular dementia (which accounts for fewer than 200,000 cases in the US a year), Emma’s younger sister Hope suffers from a medical condition so rare that a parent basically has to have it in order to pass it on and is also on the spectrum.
Yeah…it’s a little overwhelming and a bit hard to believe that so much bad luck strikes a small group living on basically the same block. Throw in themes about losing loved ones, grief, struggles with depression, POS husbands/baby daddy’s, enabling parents, etc etc and it that basically encompasses the entire novel. The most believable story was about Emma's mother and her struggle with clinical depression, which is sadly all too common (over 3 million cases a year).
I’m not kidding when I say it’s overwhelming.
The other issue I had with this story was how, well, “plastic” all the relationships felt. It felt weird that everyone just got along so well. No one hated each other, no one fought or argued seriously, and everyone was basically insta-everything from love to friends.
While I thought Genevieve and Emma's characters were pretty well written and interesting, it felt like the rest of them felt a little flat. Which might go back to the whole thing about never disagreeing, we're basically given a surface look at everyone else's personalities. Genevieve and Emma seem to be the only characters with depth, (everyone else is flawed to a fault or perfect).
Riley, a teenage girl, never fought with her mom, obeyed her every command, and suffers no emotional damage from her father basically having a revolving door relationship with her. We’re frequently reminded how pretty, smart, and perfect she is and how she’s not into boys and besides one patch of teenage angst never suffers mood swings and still acts like a child.
Genevieve, the grandmother, is a conniving and extremely proud woman who often tries to pick fights with Emma. Emma never raises to the bait and always magically defuses the situation without batting an eye.
The baby daddy (I forgot his name) acts like a complete man-child the entire story and Emma never once argues, defends herself, or does anything but demurely excuse his boyish behavior. She only confronts him once the entire story about how he’s acting. The rest of the time she’s making excuses for him or laughing it off.
The baby daddy’s new wife is basically Mary Poppins, practically perfect in every way. There’s no drama or hard feelings between her or Emma. They meet once and she confesses Emma makes her nervous because she’s the husband’s “first love” and they’re suddenly friends.
It felt like there was so much going on all at once that the plot got sort of jumbled up along the way. The stories are all magically closed with little to no effort, from Miller and Emma falling in love to Emma and Genevieve forgiving each other for years of hardship in a single page. The story focused so much on the characters backgrounds that the “present” plot felt like it was a bit lost along the way.