I started Home last autumn but put it aside after getting about halfway through. I liked it overall, but with certain reservations that were bothering me. One, there's too little sense of place. The novel is set in a small Iowa town during the early 1960s, but Robinson doesn't flesh the town out nearly enough for my tastes. (This seems especially odd given that she herself lives in Iowa and surely knows the region well.) Her focus on her four central characters is so all-consuming that everything and everyone else feels blurred out. Secondly, I was having a hard time engaging with the protagonist, Jack Boughton, and his many troubles. Psychic wounds are hinted at, a tenacious ennui is suggested over and over and over -- yet I couldn't particularly care. And there's not enough novelistic space given over to his doting sister, Glory, either. Anyway, I picked the book up again the other night and now I must say I'm hooked. Robinson is playing a patient hand -- the novelist's winning game, rarely that of the TV or film director's -- and you have to give her the time she demands. There's a slow, steady gathering up of forces and deepseated themes (suffering, grace, redemption) and now, two-thirds of the way through Home, it's clear to me why so many readers loved this book when it was first published in 2008. Kelly read it when it was new and raved about it, too. I'm glad I gave Home a second chance and I can't wait to get back to the story. --Alex