A fast read, but only because the substance (though interesting) lacks depth. The biggest casualty of this was the relationship Evelyn had with Celia. I think I was supposed to feel something about it, but that was mostly frustration. Everyone but Evelyn felt hollow in her story and I understand that's a byproduct of it being told by an individual, but it strains belief that she liked or cared about the people she professed as her chosen family. I do believe that TJR was trying to do something worthwhile here here, and while it fell flat for me, at least it's less pretentious and more enjoyable than a Jodi Picoult novel.

The potato chip of literature.