It’s been a while since I read a book purely because I wanted to. I love my review books, and I’ve become quite adept at choosing books to review that I think I’ll actually enjoy reading. Still, it’s fun to read a book simply because you want to – you’ve heard great buzz about it or a friend recommends it or the cover just screams “buy me!”
All three of those reasons came into play with Maine, what I’d call a quintessential summer novel by J. Courtney Sullivan. I started it last night right before bed, which was a huge mistake – even though I kept dozing off, I was so reluctant to set it aside for the night that I found myself on page 103 before I finally gave in and turned off the light.
Maine satisfies every one of my reading cravings ~
- character driven – check
- family saga – check
- great development of complex relationships – check
- really good, tight, and descriptive writing – check
- beach house on the Atlantic ocean setting – double check