Someone recommended this book after The Silver Chair (thank you), and I realized that I’d never read the books that come after! These were a PERFECT pairing with the home-buying process, as they’d calm my brain in preparation for sleep each night. (Or, if I woke up in the middle of the night with house thoughts, I could easily return to this story with limited mental acuity.)
Also, the last time I’d read this as an adult, I was pretty angry about Meg and Calvin and the soulmate-ness of their relationship. I still find that to be odd, but I was able to get over it and focus on other aspects of the story this time. (Update: it was actually the second book in the series that led to such a rant, which explains why I’d not continued reading last time!)
I think my main problem with these books is that they are so much less dense/deep than her non-fiction. She shares so much of her heart and her life through essays, and these books do not capture any of that for me. Le sigh.