We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves, by Karen Joy Fowler

I have to confess that I've only ever read Karen Joy Fowler's The Jane Austen Book Club and, being an Austenphile, I loved it. So when I started on her latest novel, We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves, I didn't really have any expectations beyond a good ol' yarn for a chilly weekend. What I got was animal rights, sibling rivalry, questions of identity and ownership and family and belonging, repressed memories, dysfunctional relationships, guilt and blame, and, and, and... I read it in one long sitting, and closed it with a resounding smack, before opening it almost immediately to read the first few chapters again. It's one of those. And I'll be adding Fowler's other novels to my wishlist...