Why anyone would want to read a novel narrated by a dull middle aged woman trapped in a tedious life is a mystery to me. And after reading the two hundred pages of this novel, the mystery remains. Yet, how utterly beautiful. The only reason to read such a novel is to read it, that is, not to discover what’s really going on, but to lose yourself in it. So why start a novel you don’t want to finish, start a story that goes nowhere, or immerse yourself in the life of an ordinary woman out of which you’ll never fully climb? Well… Do you want to experience the depth and height and length of a beautifully imagined person trapped in another time and place? Yes please.