I remember reading Joanna Trollope a lot when I was younger, and now that I have reached my 40s, I imagined that I would enjoy her that much more, finding her both relatable in older age, whilst at the same time nostalgic and familiar. Sadly, this wasn't the case with this particular book. Whilst there is absolutely no denying that this is well written, beautifully tailored storytelling, the plot is thin to say the least. Gina and Laurence are best friends, but when Gina's husband Fergus leaves the family home, relationships move forward and families are divided. I actually thought this might be more of a thesis on how men and women can be friends without being romantically connected, but this seemed to tell the opposite story. I didn't really believe that they were ever friends, because this part wasn't explored enough before their union ramped up a notch. I also couldn't warm to any of the characters, because they were all either too bland, or too self serving. And whilst I appreciated that this paints more of a realistic picture of how relationships and marriages actually work, without romanticising anything unnecessarily, what little action there was plodded along at such a glacial pace, that I wasn't really bothered about what happened to any of these people. The only character for whom I held any sympathy was Vi, the mother and grandmother of Gina and Sophy respectively, but even she could be downright cruel at times. No-one really seemed cable of empathy or compassion that strayed further than pity, despite them all being members of the same family. I do think it was slightly overwritten, in that every movement was documented, every detail noted - what each character was wearing, what was on the table, what they were carrying. By the end, I found it all insufferable. But I think the point was that it wasn't meant to be remarkable, it was meant to be a realistic portrayal of small mindedness in a typically English village in the 1990s. I couldn't help but think, however, that we have moved on since then and if you want a similar case study from the modern period, then look no further than the magnificent Little Fires Everywhere. Trollope, however, has clearly put her heart and soul into this, and I'm sure that there are some people out there who thoroughly devour her work.