Sea Glass by Anita Shreve.

I didn’t expect terribly much from this book, but I felt the need to read it because, well, someone gave me a copy and it’s party about the labor movement during the Depression in a textile mill town.  So I had no choice.

I wish it were a better book.  It’s nice summer reading, if you’re not part of the "I only read happy books" crowd.  It’s not a happy book.  But it never reaches tragedy, because, well, Shreve just can’t get it there.  She relies too much on archetypes to develop true characters for us to react to.  Sigh.  I really wanted it to be a better book.  Though it is certainly a nice read. 

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