The second part of the book is surreal. Angela is living with her family but thinks they are strangers, and the doctors encourage the family to play along.
I was very into this book up until the amnesia. Once Angela got amnesia everything became quite predictable. We know that Angela isn't going to remain unaware of her identity forever, which means that there are only so many directions the book can go. The first half of the book was much stronger. I've heard McInerney compared to Maeve Binchy, and I can certainly see the resemblance in this book. McInerney can seamlessly enter the minds of numerous characters and weave their stories together into a broader saga.
My main complaint with this book? Someone needs to throw Lindy to the wolves (or the snakes, or the rabid kangaroos, or whatever). Is it possible for an adult to be that whiny? Seriously Lindy, nobody cares about cushions. Nobody. Shut up, and quit whining.
Those thoughts aside, this is a relaxing, feel-good sort of book. Definitely cozy.
Monica McInerney, Hello from the Gillespies (NAL, 2014).