![]() ![]() Thank goodness for Ann Patchett, one of my very favorite authors, for her charming quirky five decades-long story about the Conroy family. Last weekend I was desperately in need of a certain kind of read that would me take to a place unlike where I've been spending the last fews month with the books I've been reading: all novels about climate crisis, pain, and angst. A thoughtful meditation on the shifting sands of personal histories and how the stories we tell ourselves, often clouded by misconceptions, can be radically altered with a little empathy. Ultimately, it is the characters’ confrontation and grappling with their childhood perceptions of familial roles and situations that propel the novel. ![]() It is the story of how our personal history is created partially by imagining the inner lives of those within our family orbit. I love this fairytale-like novel of two siblings Danny and Maeve, told through the eyes of the younger brother Danny, and spanning from their childhood to middle age. ![]() I regularly recommend her writing, enjoying both her non-fiction and her novels over the years, but this is definitely her best work yet. I’ve been an Ann Patchett fan since college. ![]()
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