This is my second Anne Tyler (I think) and I really enjoyed it. Rebecca is in her mid fifties, a widow, and the cornerstone of a big, noisy, chaotic family. She‘s feeling a bit invisible and doubting some of the life choices that brought her to this point. So it‘s a middle aged navel gazing novel I guess - quiet and thoughtful with lots of domestic detail of food and family and memories. A kind hearted novel ⬇️