It’s a wonderful thing to finish a novel where you feel like everything happened and then the characters ended up right back where they started. I’m sadden. Not by the book exactly, but by an overwhelming feeling that nothing happens in life. A feeling that life is a whole lot of events that drop us right back off where we started and it all just continues on. There is no change - even after.

Personal existentialism aside, I enjoyed this novel. It took me a bit to get into it as Zumas’ writing style is different than most.

Im happy to announce that the feminism level in this novel was just right. It’s not as far reaching as The Handmaids Tale, but definitely tangible.

At some points in this book, I was emotional. As a 31 year old woman who can’t have children, I’m a little sensitive to some of the topics.

Overall, it didn’t feel like a waste of time... but don’t expect extravagant events and happiness in the end. It’s rather melancholy.