I finished reading this novel early one morning while sipping my coffee in bed. Tears ran down my face. Anna Quindlen’s ability to take an ordinary family– a mother and father, three teen age children with the expected day to day difficulties, and toss them into a horrific, but believable disaster, then deal with the aftermath– is truly amazing. This story is gripping, heartfelt, and an example of the endlessly fascinating richness of family life. I remember reading somewhere that ficiton is the elaboration of the human heart and Every Last One is a perfect example of that definition.
