A simple family story, mom the almost doc, dad the almost scientist and the over indulged daughter. Doc-mom apparently doesn't know how kids are made so the baby came before the marriage proposal. She can't have other children so this little precious is precious. I think privilege is the norm (for writer) because everything else has a feel of being talked down to. Just my impression.
The drama queen daughter has a very compromising mommy. In the novel Mexicans sneaking into the US die of thirst 1,000 yards from water and are compared to her life as a newbie doctor; or her husband needing billions for research. Happiness, throughout the book, is dependent on having money or miserably accommodating to a life without it altho owning a home on 80 acres in the boonies. Poor? The 'poor' just reeks of $. The most spunk/personality here is the daughter and I don't even like the whiney complaining bitch.
Took me longer than usual to read because there's not a passionate reason to get to it everyday. I actually felt so much blandness. The marriage=bland, the husband seemed wimpy and barely there, the wife had no spine. What was the point? Truly I don't know. The back says "striking meditation on the complexities of love, fragile miracle that is the human body...burdens and blessings of being a healer." The healer who was so bland and uninterested in her own career she didn't get her med. license or practice for 14 yrs? Very in-depth on stupid daily things and the past but so little about the reason she didn't practice. Took almost the entire book to get into that and it was a dud for a firecracker. An unemotional paragraph covered it. Hey make me laugh or cry. Bland. I do think 'striking meditation' fits. It's too calm and meditative for me but OK for a library find.
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