My Name is Lucy Barton

This is Pulitzer Prize winner (Olive Kitteridge) Elizabeth Strout's novel of a writer who spends 9 weeks in the hospital thinking and reminiscing about her life.  When her estranged mother comes to visit, the writer remembers her upbringing in poverty.  There is very little plot or outcome, certainly not a linear story-line to recant here.  You could read this book starting at almost any point and ending whenever, well, as I did.  I started at the first page, then after about page 30, wondered aloud what was going on?  I flipped forward about 70 pages, got very interested, finished it and then went back to read it completely. I liked the book, for the small but important messages of the meaning of kindness, loneliness, relationships etc.