The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

This is story of a woman who lives forever and starts each day with a blank slate. It's immediately reminiscent of (and even directly references by name!!) Kate Atkinson's Life After Life, with one major exception: Addie LaRue is not MADDENINGLY, FRUSTRATINGLY REPETITIVE.

One of my all-time fave reviews on Goodreads was a two-star review of Life After Life that perfectly distills the tedium of watching a woman die over and over without learning a single fuckin' thing along the way:

She just goes along with the program, a plastic bag beaten about by the wind. All the dumb things she has done along the way, all the idiots she enters into relationships with, it all starts over, and then you're confused as to who's alive and who's dead in this new life of hers and is she still with this person? Is she a mother this time around? A spinster? And then you start to realize that who cares. It doesn't matter. She'll just die again anyway.

The difference in this book is that the lead character has agency; she learns as she goes and modifies her plans accordingly as she lives a cursed 300-year life that takes her from rural France to Paris in the midst of revolution to a war-ravaged Europe and prohibition-era New Orleans and modern New York. And the whole time, no one remembers her for more than a day.

Cool premise, good writing (albeit purple in parts), and beautiful ending that made me cry. Recommend!