This is a masterpiece. One of the most raw, human, humane novels I’ve read. It is, in its broadest sense, the day-to-day life of a mum of four living in Midwest America. But it’s so much more.
Don’t be put off by the length, or the fact that it’s a stream of consciousness (which, combined, do make it a daunting prospect). It is in fact astonishingly easy to read. It sounds heavy, but it’s full of light as well as shade. For all the times it made me cry, there were so many others when it made me laugh. It is glorious.
I’m so glad that I gave it a go. Had it not been for lockdown, and my increased willingness to pick up a tome, it would have taken me years to get round to it.
I could probably quite happily read it on a loop forever.