
I wanted to give this book a hug after I finished it. I had already read the last story in the New Yorker, but it was even better the second time around and with more meaning because of all the other stories. These linked stories made me cheer each time we got to spend a little more time with one of the characters. :)
I'm not sure why I picked this up–it must have been a glowing review somewhere, because I don't really read this type of book much anymore. But it turned out to be the perfect thing to read pre-colonoscopy when my brain was mush from a clear liquid diet. Not challenging, fairly predictable, nice characters, etc. Serendipity.
I mean, if you're not picking about a story actually ending, then this was a great book. I'm white, so I can't say if this white woman was able to write non-white characters well. That said, I enjoyed getting to experience their lives and their thoughts, and the story was interesting and definitely pulled you along.
Wow. This book contained so many fascinating concepts. I've always thought it's good to avoid going to the doctor because then you won't be sick (ha, ha) but she actually brings validity to this concept. Also, the idea that the body uses illness to express what we can't say in words, that the body has its own language to cry for help, was really interesting. The discussion of Havanna Syndrome brought such a new light to this whole episode, and when compared with the reaction to similar things happening to non-white, male, educated people, really shed a light on society. Anyway, read it!
I really didn't understand the appeal of this book–gave up just over 100 pages in. It's a frustrating story of not getting work done one his house, but that's the same thing over and over. Combined with him hanging out with his friends and neighbors and their discussions, which is the same thing over and over. Interspersed with bits of the history of his family (?) in really disjointed little snippets that I found hard to follow.