Liked this a lot, and I'm extremely picky about tales of Brooklyn motherhood. It's beautifully written and not at all overwrought, and the elder mother-daughter relationship was so finely depicted - a difficult and fraught relationship that doesn't preclude a kind of love. Often I dislike characters who are too similar to me, but I'd really like to hang out with Margaret and envy her best friendship with Biddy.

SLEEP reads like a slow-creeping, deep in the pit of your stomach ache, anxiety twisting and knotting and rooting around in a way that made it nearly impossible to put down. It is a tough read, but I really loved it.