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"Atmospheric and uplifting...for fans of Marian Keyes and Emily Giffin." —Booklist, STARRED review

A heartfelt, hilarious beach read about learning to love (and forgive) your family...even when they accidentally put you behind bars.

All families are messy. Some are disasters.

Natalie Walker is the reason her older brother and sister went to prison over 15 years ago. She fled California shortly after that fateful night and hasn't spoken to anyone in her family since. Now, on the same day her boyfriend steals her dream job out from under her, Natalie receives a letter from a lawyer saying her estranged mother has died and left the family's historic Santa Cruz house to her. Sort of. The only way for Natalie and her siblings to inherit is for all three adult children to come back and claim it—together.

Natalie drives cross-country to Santa Cruz with her willful cat in tow expecting to sign some papers, see siblings Lynn and...

Review

Sierra Godfrey's A Very Typical Family opens with its protagonist receiving two pieces of news, neither good, on the same day, and the novel that follows understands something uncomfortable about bad news: it is almost never the thing itself that undoes you, but the way you have arranged your life to avoid receiving it. Natalie Walker, a project historian at a Boston architecture firm, has spent fifteen years perfecting what the novel calls "forgetting things she didn't want to remember"—a skill she's made into an art, a vocation, almost a personality. She has not spoken to her brother and sister since the night she was eighteen and called the police on them during a drug-fueled party, a call that ended with a friend dead of an overdose and her siblings convicted of manslaughter. She has not admitted, even to herself, that she wants to draw rather than write architectural histories. She has tolerated a boyfriend whose promotion over her she greets with the flat, devastating "I didn't get it." When the letter arrives from a Santa Cruz law office informing her that her estranged mother has died and left the family Victorian to her and her siblings—provided all three appear at the house together within three months—the machinery of avoidance that has kept Natalie functional for a decade and a half meets a problem it was not designed to solve.

The novel's argument, worked out across twenty-nine chapters of family reconnaissance and self-recovery, is that estrangement is not primarily a matter of grievance but of silence—a cycle of mutual assumptions in which each party imagines the other's rejection and preemptively withdraws, reinforcing the very rejection that was never actually confirmed. Breaking that cycle requires physical presence, requires showing up, requires walking through doors you have spent years pretending do not exist. Godfrey's plot is a delivery mechanism for this thesis, engineered with a transparency the author herself makes no effort to hide: the back matter includes an author Q&A in which she cites the fifteen Save the Cat! beats as her structural framework, and you can feel the beats landing with the satisfying click of well-machined parts. What keeps the novel from feeling merely assembled is the intelligence with which it treats its central insight—that the stories families tell about why they fell apart are almost always incomplete, and that the people you are most certain will never forgive you may have been protecting you all along.

The novel's first act efficiently dismantles Natalie's Boston life as though clearing a stage. Paul, the boyfriend who becomes her boss, is drawn with a specificity that edges into satire: he speaks of "rapidiously productivating" and needing to "synergistically redefine channels," his language a corporate shell game that Natalie's free-indirect narration increasingly refuses to buy. When she tells him she needs a break and he simply declines to accept it—continuing to text, to plan, to purchase an engagement ring, eventually to fly across the country—the novel is laying the groundwork for an argument about consent and control that will echo through its treatment of Lynn's abusive marriage. Paul does not hit anyone, but his conviction that Natalie's decisions are provisional pending his approval is its own kind of violence, and Godfrey is careful to let Natalie name it as such only gradually, the way someone waking from a long sleep might take time to recognize the numbness in their limbs.

The cross-country drive to Santa Cruz—Natalie refuses to fly, another avoidance the novel treats with clinical patience—delivers her into a house thick with the past. The Oak Street Victorian is the book's most effective metaphor: a grand, dilapidated structure full of hidden doors Natalie has "forgotten," a turret room where the original family fracture occurred, and a cat named Penguin who disappears into crawl spaces and emerges only when it suits her, leaving disemboweled rodents as "little love notes." Lynn, the middle sibling, is already installed there with her teenage son Kit, having fled an abusive husband in New York. She greets Natalie with the exhausted wariness of someone who has already done her grieving and does not appreciate being asked to reopen the file. "I call it maladaptive daydreaming," she says when Natalie asks her to use hand signals during a stakeout—a line that captures her particular tone, dry and self-lacerating, the voice of someone who has learned to name her coping mechanisms but not to change them.

The family's wounds are concentrated in a single night, fifteen years before the novel's present, and Godfrey withholds its full account until Chapter 5 in a move that is both structurally savvy and thematically apt. Natalie, home alone at eighteen after a bad date, finds her older siblings and their friend Carlos using hard drugs in the living room. She calls the police. She pushes Lynn down the stairs. Carlos overdoses. Lynn and Jake are convicted of manslaughter. The chapter is rendered in granular present tense, every beat landing with the awful inevitability of a memory that has been replayed so many times it has worn grooves in the mind. What the novel understands, and what it will spend its remaining chapters unpacking, is that the question of whether Natalie did the right thing—whether calling for help when your sister has hit her head and your brother is high and there are "like, really illegal drugs" in the house constitutes a betrayal or an act of care—is both unanswerable and beside the point. The point is that the three survivors have each built a life around their answer to that question without ever comparing notes.

The search for Jake occupies the novel's middle third and introduces the secondary cast that will populate Natalie's new life. Asier Casillas, the Spanish marine scientist who studies kelp forests and anchovies, is introduced as a romantic possibility through a series of encounters that read as courtship-by-metaphor: he describes a kelp species that "seems like normal kelp" but "when you look a little deeper, it's very special," and Natalie, a beat too slow, asks "Are you talking about me?" The device could feel precious, but Godfrey grounds it in the specific textures of marine biology—Dr. Berkhower's crushed sea lion specimens, the headless cormorant Natalie sketches, the Bertrand lens and inverted fluorescence compound microscope she encounters in Monterey—and in the genuine strangeness of two reserved people finding a language for attraction that does not sound like the hollow managerial speech Paul deploys. When Asier finally says "You make me feel," the simplicity lands because the novel has earned it: this is a man who speaks in data and deflection, and the halting confession is as close to a declaration as his emotional vocabulary permits.

Natalie's discovery of her own capacity is the novel's quietest and most successful thread. Her drawings of dead animals—a crushed sea lion head, a cormorant corpse—are not merely a career pivot but a philosophical stance. "I feel like I'm paying tribute to its form and function when I draw it, dead or alive," she tells Asier, and the line echoes Lynn's mortuary work and the novel's persistent claim that confronting the dead, literal and relational, is the precondition for living fully. Dr. Berkhower's validation of her talent—first a single paid job, then a contract, then a letter of recommendation for the CSU Monterey scientific illustration program—operates as a counterweight to Paul's professional sabotage. Where Paul stole her promotion and badmouthed her competence, Berkhower sees what she can do and asks only that she get the formal training to do it better. The novel is not subtle about this symmetry, but it does not need to be; the point is that Natalie has spent fifteen years accepting the Pauls of the world as authoritative while dismissing the evidence of her own eyes.

The family's reconciliation is staged across two set pieces that mirror each other with the structural precision Godfrey's beat sheet demands. The first is the invasion of the Oak Street house by Allen, Lynn's abusive husband, who tracks her to Santa Cruz and forces a confrontation in the very turret room where Natalie once pushed Lynn down the stairs. This time, Natalie lures him deliberately, Penguin trips him at the decisive moment, and the siblings call the police together—"a mob ready to chase him down," the novel notes, explicitly contrasting the "no cohesion, no united front" of the original trauma. It is a corrected replay, a chance to do over the night that broke them, and if the symbolism is heavy-handed, the emotional stakes keep it from feeling merely schematic. Allen's subsequent arrest—he breaks his leg falling from the squad car and is held without bail on a New York warrant—reads as the novel's one genuinely satisfying act of narrative justice, a villain so thoroughly undone he practically engineers his own ruin.

The second set piece is quieter and far more effective. The three Walker siblings hike to a childhood boulder above a waterfall, share sandwiches, and talk for the first time in fifteen years. Jake, who has been hiding at their mother's partner Buck's house in Felton, arrives "lighter" and laughing, a man who has done the work of metabolizing prison into something he can use. His speech about what incarceration does to a person—"It ruins you in many, many ways. It's hopeless and ruthless, and nobody gives a shit if you live or die"—is the novel's most unvarnished passage, a glimpse of the suffering that the genre's conventions mostly keep at arm's length. And then he says the thing Natalie has spent fifteen years not daring to hope he might say: "I don't hate you." The revelation that follows—that Jake told the police she was "eighteen and innocent" on the night of the arrests, that he protected her even as she was, in her own telling, destroying his life—reframes the entire estrangement. The rejection Natalie assumed was waiting for her was never there. She had been bracing for a blow that was not coming, and in bracing, had made the blow real.

This is the novel's sharpest insight, and it is to Godfrey's credit that she does not let it resolve everything cleanly. Lynn's forgiveness is more grudging, more conditional, because Lynn's losses are more permanent—Jake can release his hatred because prison "set him on a course he's grateful for," but Lynn's damage is unrecoverable, her years behind bars a theft that no boulder-top conversation can restore. The novel acknowledges this asymmetry without solving it, letting Lynn's "Yeah, it's your house too" stand as the qualified welcome it is. The trust mechanism that forced the reunion—Patricia's requirement that all three appear together within three months—remains a manipulative act of love, a dead woman's final attempt to undo the silence she helped create. Buck's disclosure that Patricia died ashamed and regretful complicates rather than resolves the maternal legacy; the mother who played her daughters against each other is also the mother who never married Buck "to avoid hurting the children," and these two facts coexist without the novel forcing them into reconciliation.

The novel's limits are the limits of its genre, and they are worth naming. The Save the Cat! architecture, while expertly executed, occasionally shows its scaffolding: the beat where Dr. Lawrence plants false doubt about Asier's motives feels inserted to generate a third-act obstacle rather than arising from character, and Natalie's acceptance of the sea lion commission lands with the predetermined neatness of a plot point checking a box. Paul's cross-country pursuit and final parking-lot dismissal—"I could sleep with half of Santa Cruz if I wanted to, and you would have zero say in it"—provides catharsis at the cost of plausibility; he has been so thoroughly established as a hollow man that his eleventh-hour flight to California reads less as desperate love than as authorial necessity, a loose end that must be tied off before the happy ending can commence. And the happy ending does arrive, complete with a locked-supply-room kiss, a job offer, a graduate school recommendation, and the line "Wait until the whole world heard that Natalie Walker was home and whole again." It is the ending the genre demands, and Godfrey delivers it with craft and evident affection for her characters, but readers who prefer their resolutions with more ragged edges may find themselves wishing the novel had let a few more of its tensions stay unresolved.

These are, however, complaints about a book for not being a different book, and they miss what A Very Typical Family actually accomplishes within its chosen form. The women's commercial saga tradition that Godfrey explicitly claims—she names Maeve Binchy, Rosamunde Pilcher, and Marian Keyes as models—has always understood that the domestic novel can carry serious thematic weight without sacrificing readability, that the return to an inherited house and the recovery of a buried self are not clichés but durable narrative technologies for thinking about how families transmit damage and how they might transmit repair. Godfrey adds to this tradition a contemporary fluency with therapeutic discourse (Teensy the family counselor, Natalie's college therapy, the language of "maladaptive daydreaming" and boundaries) and a death-positive sensibility borrowed from Caitlin Doughty's Smoke Gets in Your Eyes, which she cites as a tonal touchstone for Lynn's mortuary world. The result is a novel that treats handling the dead—sketching them, cremating them, remembering them—as meaningful labor, a way of refusing the forgetting that Natalie has made her specialty.

The book's feminism is woven through rather than announced, and it is the stronger for it. Natalie's reflections on having "gifted" social power to a boy, her dismissal of virginity as "a patriarchal concept," and her growing unwillingness to let men decide the terms of her life read as organic to the character rather than as authorial position statements. The novel's appended resources—a "There Is Help" hotline listing, a reading group guide that asks "Is what happened to Natalie a case of domestic violence?"—confirm that Godfrey intends the book to participate in survivor-support culture, but the fiction itself does the work by dramatizing rather than declaiming, by showing Natalie and Lynn each recognizing, at different speeds and in different idioms, that the men they have been accommodating are not going to change.

Where the novel is most alive is in its small moments: Lynn saving Natalie a pork chop in a gesture so grudging it barely registers as kindness; Kit learning hand signals for the stakeout with the solemn intensity of a thirteen-year-old who has been enlisted in something important; Natalie finding 1920s flapper heels that belonged to her grandmother in the attic and wearing them to the gala as though claiming an inheritance that predates the family's rupture; the phrase "What a to-do," a private childhood idiom the siblings shared, surfacing at the secret bookshelf door and testing whether the old language still works. These details do what the beat sheet cannot: they make the Walkers feel like a specific family rather than a case study in estrangement and repair.

The novel's most productive tension, and the one it leaves most honestly unresolved, is the question of whether forgiveness can be genuine when the harm is permanent and unequally distributed. Jake says "I don't hate you," and the reader believes him—the book has earned that belief through Buck's testimony about Jake's grief, through the prison speech, through the detail of Jake telling the police Natalie was innocent. But Lynn's forgiveness is something else, something less complete, and the novel does not pretend otherwise. Some losses cannot be restored, some years cannot be given back, and the best the Walkers can manage is to share a house and a cat and a nephew and to stop avoiding each other. It is not everything, but the novel's wager is that it is enough—that showing up, speaking the hard sentences aloud, and choosing the people who actually want you is what makes a life whole, even when the wholeness is imperfect and the dead stay dead. For readers who share that wager, or who need to be reminded of it, Godfrey has written a generous, craft-conscious, emotionally legible novel that earns its ending not by solving its characters' problems but by letting them finally, after fifteen years, tell each other the truth.

Notable Quotes

Good news never comes in a letter, Penguin.

Natalie's first reaction upon receiving the lawyer's letter about her mother's death and the inheritance, speaking to her cat. — family, dread, avoidance

She was very good at forgetting things she didn't want to remember. She'd spent fifteen years honing this skill. She was a master at it.

Natalie reflecting on her ability to compartmentalize the trauma of getting her siblings arrested. — denial, self-protection, guilt

I can't choose between my children. I can't.

Patricia Walker's words to Natalie after the siblings' arrest, effectively choosing to distance herself from all of them rather than navigate the rift. — motherhood, failure, estrangement

I don't know you anymore. It's a weird situation and kinda cute that Mom tried to make us all play nice with the house. But we're different people now. We're strangers.

Lynn's first substantive words to Natalie upon their reunion at the family house after fifteen years apart. — estrangement, identity, family

Hope was the color of midnight blue with a thousand new stars standing out in relief, despite the years of Natalie carefully tending the mental barricade against it.

Natalie waking up in her old bedroom on her first morning back in the family house, recognizing the feeling she had suppressed for years. — hope, vulnerability, homecoming

She said you did something that sent her and Uncle Jake to prison. She didn't have easy teenage years, I guess.

Kit telling Natalie what Lynn has told him about their family history, delivered with a thirteen-year-old's studied understatement. — family secrets, innocence, perspective

Three years, Natalie. Three years in prison. Because of you.

Lynn confronting Natalie in the kitchen about the consequences of That Night, the raw anger still present after fifteen years. — guilt, consequences, resentment

It's not that I like dead bodies, but it's an interesting field. There's a peacefulness in knowing that I'm the last person to handle these people. And I guess it helps me confront the idea of death.

Lynn explaining her work as a crematory operator, revealing an unexpected tenderness beneath her tough exterior. — death, vocation, coping

You can be settled on paper but still feel unhappy and unfulfilled.

Lynn cutting through Natalie's insistence that she has a stable life in Boston, seeing through her sister's self-deception. — self-knowledge, fulfillment, authenticity

I called because I was angry at them and wanted to hurt them.

Natalie's private acknowledgment of her true motivation for calling the police on That Night — not concern, but rage. — honesty, guilt, motivation

I make mistakes, and you move on, and you try better next time. That's how you live.

Buck's advice to Natalie after the siblings' arrest, simple wisdom from the stepfather they once rejected. — forgiveness, wisdom, resilience

You kids were hurt badly. You had to say no to everything.

Buck explaining to Natalie why she denied her artistic identity for so long, connecting her self-denial to the family's collective trauma. — trauma, self-denial, identity

She didn't think you'd listen. Santa Cruz is your home, after all.

Buck revealing that Patricia's instruction for Natalie to stay away was never meant to be permanent — she assumed her daughter would eventually return. — miscommunication, assumptions, belonging

You know how you know it's meant to be? Because when you see them, all your organs do little jumps from the adrenaline. It's not only the way they look. It's the way they move and the sound of their voice.

Buck describing his love for Patricia, providing Natalie with a model of emotional honesty she's never had. — love, grief, authenticity

Prison sucks the humanity from you. But I was one of the lucky ones.

Jake's frank assessment of his incarceration experience, acknowledging that his academic success inside was the exception rather than the rule. — prison, survival, transformation

I don't hate you. I did hate you. I hated you for a long time. I hated you for calling the police. I hated you for Carlos's death. I hated you because Mom took your side.

Jake's reconciliation speech to Natalie on the boulder in Big Basin, naming each grievance before releasing them. — forgiveness, honesty, reconciliation

We'll always be friends. Always, Teense. Nothing is going to change that.

Natalie reassuring Teensy even as they both sense their friendship shifting because Natalie won't be returning to Boston. — friendship, change, loyalty

I'm not going to vomit. She would not do it. She visualized her stomach being lined with lead before stepping in close to sketch the damage.

Natalie approaching her first professional illustration job — a sea lion with a crushed head — determined to prove she belongs. — determination, vocation, identity

I would not abandon her sister. Not this time.

Natalie's decision to go back into the house during Allen's attack on Lynn, consciously reversing her failure on That Night. — redemption, courage, family

Through lawyers would be great. You will not stand here and upset my family anymore.

Lynn finally standing up to Allen with the full backing of her siblings, declaring the end of his control over her life. — empowerment, family solidarity, freedom

I work with kelp. It is not very interesting to many people, but I find it fascinating. Every so often, there are hints of the amazing ecosystem around the kelp.

Asier using his research as a metaphor for his feelings about Natalie in their final scene together. — love, discovery, vulnerability