Bookavore was absolutely correct when she said that Meg Wolitzer’s newest novel The Interestings was absorbing enough to eat an entire bag of chips while reading. While I didn’t consume chips, I found this book pretty hard to put down (I refuse to use the word unputdownable). The novel follows a group of friends who meet at an arts camp in 1974 throughout several decades. Wolitzer navigates the happenings in each era, Moonies, AIDS,etc., as well as each characters inner lives and relationships with one another.
The author has been a careful observer of human interactions for decades. I find her under appreciated as a novelist and hope this new book can get her past the glass ceiling that so many woman writers face.