On Chesil Beach

I set down We Need to Talk About Kevin in order to read something a little lighter. Ha. Right. Saturday, McEwan's previous novel, captivated me. McEwan took a close look at a single day in a man's life. In On Chesil Beach, McEwan moves in even closer; he looks at a few hours in a couple's life. Whew. Each move, each word spoken...and suddenly everything has shifted and changed. The alternating points of view, from husband to wife, hones in on the amazingly inaccurate interpretations each makes about the other. So truthful that it's horribly uncomfortable to read.