Gentle story about a British family's annual trip to the shore. An existential look at each member--the skittish mom, the blustering but soft-hearted dad, the oldest son who isn't quite sure about his path in life, and the 19 or 20 year old daughter who briefly steps outside her family's protective circle to possibly fall in love. It speaks to a certain time and class in English society. Sweet in its view of family but pretty sexist with a narrow vision of what's available to the mom and sister.

This was not an easy read by any means, but so unique to me that I enjoyed the whole thing. The Brahman culture in India at the turn of the last century was a very unfamiliar milieu to me. And since it was not written by a contemporary person interpreting it for the modern reader, but actually during the time, it retained a lot that seemed strange and odd to me. I feel like I got a glimpse into a very different world.