In general, I enjoy Anne Tyler's books. They are about real everyday humans who love and falter at loving those around them. She is able to accurately capture the poignancy of a moment, sometimes so well that it hurts.
I was looking forward to reading Tyler's newest novel, A Spool of Blue Thread. It tells the story of four generations of the Whitshank family and their secrets and fears. I loved the first half, but was disappointed with the second half. I did not come to love these characters as I have in other Tyler novels, and the story did not seem to come together for me.
I would rank this book as so-so, or, as we say in Chinese, mamahuhu. :)