What an odd book. For a while I genuinely thought this was hoping to be a gay awakening by the sea side. Instead it was a sort of midlife crises combined with a depressive delerium. It was almost dreamlike at times. I can't say i particularly enjoyed it. Edna was far to unlikable in her selfishness especially in terms of her children, and I can't fathom why so many men were interested in her. I believe it's well written (though what do I know) but the story just plodded on with potentially the only plausible conclusion. Not a book I'd recommend on the whole.