What I like about novels is getting into people's heads,(and hearts, and lives.) This book does that quite well. There are a fair number of plot lines in this book, and I often had a hard time keeping them straight, but I began to think that that might have been deliberate: letting it all kind of wash over you. There is a prissy character; there are class differences; there is what seems to be a compulsive liar who is lovable; and as the book reviews tell you, they are all related somehow, which is part of what kept the interest. It goes back and forth between 1954 and 1994, and that was sometimes confusing, but I like that kind of thing too: seeing lives over a long span. I liked how the author kept referencing certain behaviors or situations from one completely different character to another. One aspect of this book deals with postpartum depression, which I had just read about last month.
As another bookreads person said, this is about lots of "love stories." I would say, it's about the many ways that love looks: between parent and child; between lovers; between a housekeeper and her employer; across class; between sisters...
There was a lot of medical stuff, which was ok. And a bit of meditation on the eye, as the window of the soul.
Definitely recommended.