Liz Moore won my heart and readership with Heft—particularly her compassionate portrayal of Arthur Opp. Her books since haven’t made as much of an impression on me, but I think I’ll always read whatever she writes. The God of the Woods is absorbing, but unsubtle and a bit preachy, and the bad guys are caricatures. So, a little disappointing, but there were enough interesting characters and events to hold it all together, and Moore’s writing is good, as always.
Boy did this one bowl me over! There were times in the first third or so that I had my doubts about where Lombardo was going with Julia's story, but in the end, I was humbled by the depth and grace of her portrayal of marriage, motherhood, and being an ambivalent human. Bravo!
This book is a bit of a muddle, but worth reading. Junger seemed to me to be trying to cover too many things at once, and his research kind of obscured his thesis.
Not the usual Irish-American family saga, in that the buttoned up McLaughlins aren’t types I really recognize. I hung in there though, and found the novel quite moving in the end. It was also the first of Napolitano’s books I’ve read, though she’s been on my radar for a while.