The Dutch House, Ann Patchett

Ann Patchett does not fall short with her writing, so eloquent, so easy. The Dutch House is not a novel I will remember for long with the exception of the way I coveted the brother-sister relationship. The book itself was rather dull, without any real high and no real low point, just a ho-hum story about a boy and a girl, whose mother walks out and father dies and the two end up just living their lives.

In ways the story is beautiful, in others, I could have skipped a dozen pages and not missed much, if anything. It is worth reading, yes. Why? Because it is beautifully well done. Sometimes I feel a book doesn’t need to be more than that, The Dutch House feels that way to me, it is enough that way it is.