's book of stories about Bengali immigrants to the United States and their (1st generation American) children is a deliberate, sad read, but leaves the reader feeling as if she covered the same story seven times.
In all the stories, the protagonists are largely professionally driven (and successful) but personally averse to confrontation (not so much). They avoid dealing with their difficulties, mostly to protect the object of their affections, and this is usually their downfall.
I understand from other reviews here that this is familiar, frequently trodden, ground for Lahiri (mostly New England set, Privately (Ivy) Education, marriages that are either arranged or unsuccessful) and I wonder if it colors my impressions of the book.
Still there are moving moments that make the book worth reading, striking turns of phrase that make your (emotional) guts turn as the wrenching outcome is revealed.
There are certainly people to whom I would recommend this book, but I don't think I'd suggest it for everyone.