The Midnight Library

This story was vaguely familiar. A person who is shown all the different ways their life could have gone and then the lessons they learn. Sort of “Sliding Doors”-ish. But I liked it. I liked the message that there is no perfect life. We can't always be happy, otherwise it is meaningless and boring. I don't know that I would have picked this as the best book of the year, but I think I can understand in the dumpster fire that 2020 was this feel-good-this-too-shall-pass sort of book would be appealing to the masses.

But there were little things that kind of bugged me. Why didn't this male author write about Hugo instead of Nora? And why wasn't it until she had hands on mothering experience did she realize that life is worth living for. As if only as a mother could she find purpose in her life. That was a little “oh yes, a man wrote this” moment for me. But that's just me, I guess.