I discovered Anne Tyler’s books while browsing in Hong Kong last week. I have mistaken about her books being chick lit. I picked up A Spool of Blue Thread and started reading at the store—to about a third of the way. There are no elements of thrill and mystery but the relentless dynamics of a family. The Whitshank family is tragic, comic, absurd, and absorbing, and lives on its illusions. Reading the book is like studying a family in a restaurant with a searching expression. Do you find them attractive? Intriguing? Are their large numbers and closeness admirable? Or would they betray a hidden crack somewhere, through a strained silence? What is said and unsaid reveals so much insights about the family and that is what keeps the pages turning. I’m glad to have found her as she has a vast oeuvre to be discovered.