Christine S

This is such a thoroughly trite book. A woman who lives in NYC and is such a successful novelist that she goes around on book tours (and presumably knows how to google topics and also even knows how to turn on a tv and read a newspaper) doesn’t realize the pandemic is significant until a man tells her. And everything turns out perfect always except for a few minor characters, but who cares about them anyhow. One adult daughter avoids an affair simply because of her mother talking to her and another daughter gets into law school, (of course Yale), and the main characters have endless money, lie to each other, and conceal things, but always end up jolly about it. If this author won a Pulitzer Prize, she must’ve had a ghost writer. What a waste of my time.