Now this is my kind of novel. You have to work for it a little. Great House follows four disparate characters in eight chapters that seem to be connected by more than a large, looming desk but it isn't until the very end of the novel that the connection becomes clear. Krauss writes of loss, regret, memory and shattered existence so well that I forget she can be so funny – see History of Love. Read Great House before it gets too spring-like outside (rain works well) and I promise this novel won't leave your memory soon.