I read this brief-but-intense book before bed one night and the following morning. I hadn't read a book that fast in a long time, and considering when I was reading it, I had the nagging feeling that I had just dreamed it.
However. This is not the kind of novel you'll forget quickly. Offill gives us an unnamed female narrator sorting through a life filled with the difficulties of child-rearing, marriage-maintenance, and writer's block.
This seeming jumble of thoughts, emotions, desires, and regrets is actually a carefully-constructed web that when looked at in a certain light, resembles a flesh-and-blood woman.
Did this book make me want to read other things Offill has written. That would be a big ol' YES.