This is a hard book to review because, on the one hand, it is a shapeless mess, filled with wildly improbable events, and ends by even more improbably tying everything up into a neat bow. But on the other hand, once I got into it I could not stop reading. I liked Eva and Iris in spite of myself. And it boasts a killer opening: "My father’s wife died. My mother said we should drive down to his place and see what might be in it for us."
I don't think this is great literature, and nothing like as good as Amy Bloom's short stories, but I ultimately found it irresistible.