Three generations of women living together could be a reason to celebrate and appreciate, but not in Joanie’s house. She’s recently divorced with a teenage daughter and a judgemental mother forced to live with her because of the recession. Joanie is the glue and that’s not saying much since she and her mother spend ample time not speaking to each other. She is struggling with a new job and a daughter with pink hair. Oh yeah, and her ex-husband is expecting a baby with his much younger girlfriend.
Mary Margaret was the kind of friend she laughed and gossiped and drank with, though. She wouldn’t be interested in Joanie’s doubts about herself. You had different friends for different facets of your life, Joanie supposed. There were friends you talked to and friends you listened to. It was a rare friendship that combined both.
Caroline is your typical teen, struggling with popularity, unrequited love, trying drugs and, yes, serving said drugs to her grandmother. She was my favorite character.
There was something sobering about being listened to and treated with respect by an adult. But it reminded Caroline of something she didn’t really want to know: She was a small actor in a big world of many people. Her own worldview-dominated by herself and her misery and her inadequacies and her crazy family-wasn’t the way other people viewed life. She might be smaller and less significant than she ever wanted to know.
Ivy is easy to dislike. She is prejudiced, judgemental, and a cold fish. She doesn’t even bother calling her granddaughter by her name, preferring to refer to her as the girl. I spent most of the time really disliking her, but I won’t tell you if she redeems herself, you’ll have to read it to find out.
Suddenly, Ivy missed the company of someone who had known her for years. Who had seen her hair grow gray, then white. Who had watched her middle thicken, and her shoes turn lower and stockier. Someone who knew who she used to be and how she’d come to be what she was. Someone who knew she hadn’t started out like this; she had once been someone else, someone vibrant and energetic.
This is an easy to read book about people who you’ll recognize. Although it dealt with weighty issues, it never became a heavy book. It managed to maintain its light feel while still touching you. My only disappointment was that the end seemed to just peter out. It really needed more of a conclusion, or if you are going by the title, a breakthrough. It was still a very enjoyable book.
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