I didn’t get this book. It’s all about the lake and how it sort of seeps into the lives of all the characters… I guess… I forced myself to finish it and came away with an impression of wading through a sucking swamp with smelly cold water wicking through my clothes. I couldn’t empathise with the main character Ruthie, or Sylvie, or Lucille for that matter… but I enjoyed the insouciance of Sylvie, one of the most free-spirited characters of all the books I’ve ever read. She reeeeally doesn’t give a flying fuck about convention, or common sense. Hm.