This is a true work of literary fiction with dense but beautiful writing interspersed with witty humor and plenty to think about. I know almost nothing about the world of art, Ivy Leagues, or Brooklyn Heights, but this book somehow made me feel at home. The author uses many, many words to follow the stories of the Oppenheimer parents, Salo and Johanna, their triplet children, and their “latecomer” child. For much of the book, I wondered when the latecomer would make an appearance but even in the wondering I enjoyed the buildup. I was fully immersed in the lives of this bizarre family and their inability to connect with one another. None of them were particularly lovable but they spoke to me all the same. By the time their youngest sibling, Phoebe, made an appearance, she seemed every bit as alien to me as she felt to her older siblings. There is much beauty to be found in the trauma and confusion experienced by all the characters but perhaps the greatest beauty comes in Phoebe’s drive to mend her broken family. I laughed, I cried, I rolled my eyes, I learned, and I reflected on life. What more could you ask for from a work of literary fiction? Many thanks to Celadon Books and BookishFirst for providing me with an early copy!!