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This was a Christmas gift from a friend from New York. While I had read L'Engele's A Wrinkle in Time and perhaps its sequel, it's been many years and I was interested in her adult novels. This was good, but I didn't consider it great. The story of Katherine, a concert pianist, as she looks back on her life from her position as a newly retired person. She has returned "home", though she really hasn't lived there in many years. She connects with an old friend, Felix, who was the Diocesan Bishop of New York (Episcopalian) and is now also retired. The book investigates her life as a wife, a mother, a pianist, one flashback at a time.
While there was much I liked about it, there were parts I found impossible to suspend disbelief enough to go along with. In particular, it bothered me that everyone she met *immediately* treated her as a mother-confessor-dispenser of wisdom. And that regardless of the terrible things she had been through, there was no residue of anger or resentment. And I also found her husband's desire to have children, regardless of any personal cost to her of the way they would need to be conceived (I don't want to say more, because I don't want to spoil anything for new readers) absolutely awful.
I liked it. I didn't love it.
While there was much I liked about it, there were parts I found impossible to suspend disbelief enough to go along with. In particular, it bothered me that everyone she met *immediately* treated her as a mother-confessor-dispenser of wisdom. And that regardless of the terrible things she had been through, there was no residue of anger or resentment. And I also found her husband's desire to have children, regardless of any personal cost to her of the way they would need to be conceived (I don't want to say more, because I don't want to spoil anything for new readers) absolutely awful.
I liked it. I didn't love it.