Another excellent chapter in Lucy Barton‘s life. I know that some readers are not ready for Covid pandemic related fiction. I thought I was completely fine with it (Romantic Comedy by Curtis Sittenfeld didn’t give me anxiety) but this one really stirred up memories and feelings I thought were long buried. All the more reason I suppose to commend Strout’s uncanny ability to understand and convey the human psyche and all of its foibles.
I also love that Olive Kittridge shows up in this novel, because I had planned to go back and read it, along with all Olive Again, before embarking on her latest that just came out (Tell Me Everything) wherein both characters come together.
I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself when I’m done reading all of Strout’s work! It’s funny how her novels are like candy I want to gobble up and binge, whereas other series I want to savor and drag out (like Louise Penny novels). Both are excellent and I have been really enjoying this ride!