Classically Kate Morton. If you’ve read her other books then you know how this one goes. Terrible family secret, alternating past/present timeline, some aspect of literary appreciation, and around 500 pages to get a conclusion. My first mistake was taking this to the beach to read. This is not a beach book. It’s dense and verbose and moody (I think the perfect time to read it would be late fall). I’m glad I had a couple years between her other (superior) books and this one. It let me enjoy it a little more, but I wouldn’t say it’s a favorite.…
