This was an exceedingly pleasant read, and had the same warm feeling that I get when viewing an impressionistic painting. I saw some others critiqued this as a "heavy" beach read, which in some ways is true, but also discounts the purpose of this book. In my opinion, each book can have its own "flavor" if you will, and still succeed s a work of art. There is something very breezy about this book, but I think it adds to the experience, not detracts from it. A book about a painter's daughter navigating the final phase of her life should necessarily remind the reader of brush strokes, and I think ads to the genius of Pilcher. Overall, a fun and light read that I think deserves its critical praise.