I enjoy a good family saga, and I think that is what this book is intended to be, but it didn't quite work for me. This family is too ordinary, and the things that happen are too mundane. Children are born, people die, marriages begin and end, but there just isn't much to bring tension into this novel. The family is as boring and ordinary as my own, and there is no background of war, dysfunction, scandal, migration, hardship, or any of the usual things that make family stories interesting, that make a reader feel invested. And it covers too long a time period and too many generations in one book. It started out well enough. The beginning is set in the 1950's and 1960's in a small town in Ontario, and is quite a charming look at the simplicity of life at that time. The characters are quite well developed at the beginning, but as the book moves on, large leaps in time are made, and more and more people are added as the characters marry and have children and grandchildren. By the end I felt I didn't know anyone any more and really didn't care what happened to them. This was disappointing, as some of my favorite books are family sagas, but this genre is better done as a series, with each book covering a shorter time period with more substance.