The lovely Mediterranean setting was a great draw for this book, but the unusual writing style left me feeling confused a lot of the time.
The writer takes us from the present, in the opening chapter, and then swerves back to the past, and we see the characters in their earlier incarnations.
Two primary characters, Lulu Davenport and Gerald Rutledge, octogenarians at the beginning, were once in love…and as the story spins back in time, we see what happened to them over the years. Their children and grandchildren are the recipients of their legacy and their traditions, and while I love the idea of such events, I simply did not enjoy The Rocks: A Novel.
Many others will probably engage with this story, but I was not one of them. Three stars.