This was a beautiful rendering of two women, from different decades, learning their strength as women.
I cried reading this. There was a poignancy to the story I wasn't expecting, and a sisterhood of friends that I loved and envied.
Amy learns to take care not only of her family, but of herself, as a woman, as a person, and independent of her role as a mother and wife.
I can't say I liked Helen, the main character, much.
Britt-Marie is the latest literary curmudgeon, following after Ove and Eleanor Oliphant.
I may never eat a madeleine without thinking of Proust and his contribution to our understanding of human memory.
It was a standard mystery, and it meandered more than it should have.
The book is more character study than anything else, and though I don't always enjoys those sorts of books, I did this one.
Sadie wasn't the most original book, the mystery of the killer wasn't the most profound, and the characters are forgettable. Still, if you want a quicker, generic mystery, this is a good enough read.
I think this was a decent contemporary YA read, but not the most engaging for someone who feels removed from that age bracket.