There is something reminiscent of Elizabeth Strout in Light From Distant Stars, in the way the author breathes life into this time, this era, this smallish town. Each detail builds upon the next without the reader's awareness, and subtlety rules the sentences here. I love everything about this so far, especially how we know what Cohen knows about his father and the hints of something scandalous happening in the family's past that splintered them. I need to see how the author weaves all of these small strings together. I need to know...I need to read on.