The conceit of thia novel is that it consists of a collection of letters written by and to the main character during the last decade (or so) of her life. Sybil prefers handwritten letters, something she reveres as a dying art, but some emails are included. The email address for this woman in her seventies ends with "aol.com", which I found very amusing as someone with an aol account. So old fashioned!
The story end up being quite sprawling since it includes best friends, neighbors, customer service representatives, gentleman suitors, the ex-husband, daughter, stalker, autistic teenage boy, and an unnamed person she writes letters to that remain unsent.
The story was interesting but I didn't find Sybil particularly relatable. Perhaps that's because she's a wealthy, retired, divorced woman who struggles to have close relationships with her adult children or, really, anyone else. She makes progress in this area, but part of my problem might also be with the limitation of the form. Letter writing is more like reportage than a novel. It keeps the reader at arm's length, never giving the immediacy of a scene.






