It's no Ethan Frome,and although it tries, it's no House of Mirth. Most of the characters seem lightly sketched in, the eponymous children drive me crazy, and Boyne! Insert head- exploding emoji here.I just never bought the story that a fairly sophisticated middle-aged man,who has at long last the chance to be with his rather more sophisticated female counterpart, would look at,and think about the hot mess that is Judith for more than a moment.
This book irritated the hell out of me, and I found myself flipping rapidly through the last third of it. Not a keeper; donation bin,here I come.