This book has an interesting format: each chapter tells something about a different person, and, while all the people are related in some way, the stories are not necessarily related and are not in sequential order. The characters were all human and stories were all well-written, but the book as a whole just didn’t do it for me. I know I’m in the minority on this, but the book never took hold of me. I never once thought of the book once I had finished it – in fact, I only remembered to write this review because I signed in to write another review and saw that this was still on my “currently reading” list.
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