I loved Olive Kitteridge twelve years ago and when I found the sequel in a Melbourne indie bookstore when I was in Australia last year I jumped at the opportunity to bring the book home. Then, life in a pandemic being what it is, I didn't open the book for six months. I only got around to cracking the book open a few weeks ago, and when I did, I could not put the book down. Like Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy by John le Carre or Winds of War by Herman Wouk, it is one of the few books I have ever read that has taught me how to write in the third-person Point of View and see the world through my character's eyes. I loved everything about Olive, because she comes across as so real. As a neighbor I may find her unbearable, but I loved her as a book's protagonist and her inner dialogue was highly entertaining. Strout makes the characters come to life without relying on the usual tropes. As a result, not only Olive but all the other characters sprang to life.