Sometimes you come across a line and it shines, like a pearl. But my, the first 2/3 of the book swam in a miasma of stunned grief. It was hard to keep one's head up and progress was painfully slow. I suppose that's fitting for a book that is about the slow healing of a pastor widowed by the death of his young wife, leaving him with his young family, and unable to cope.
Maybe it wasn't the book, maybe it was me just not giving it a proper chance and concentrating on it. Redemption arrived and the book was finished with a sigh of relief. I did abide with her.
Strout is a terrific writer -- I think this particular one wasn't really my style. But I really enjoyed her book Olive Kitteridge, and I will look out for the other one by her, Amy and Isabelle