I adored this book, mostly because as always I'm a bit of a sucker for sweet narrative, and this one was wonderful. I never quite warmed up to George, but towards the end, Joseph -- cold and standoffish and painfully relatable -- won a spot in my heart. Rose was... kind of lovely, actually. I liked her. I liked her father, absent-minded and rushed and her mother, hungry and wanting and finally finding her heart somewhere else? I don't know. Rose, kissing the kid from her school, and Eliza who stayed true and real and helped her in silence. Her grandfather, a brief flash. The grandmother. I had... hopes for George, when he said -- "it meant something, to me." And then a girlfriend.
That was a disappointment. But then, life, right? And Rose, she had grown into her own. Delightful.