The best books about family beyond blood ties

I found myself fascinated by the development of the friendship between two Italian girls in Naples. They have known each other almost from birth but have held tight to each other as they have grown into very different lives, careers, and marriages in a city plagued by economic chaos and a local mafia.

Every detail is rich and pertinent; I could see and feel the city as they grew into adulthood, and I could agonize over the choices presented to them and cheer when they found their own paths to fulfillment. The story evolves over three more volumes, but this first one can be read on its own.

I loved this odd and audacious book, which is written in a single stream-of-consciousness sentence over a thousand pages long and follows a mother's struggles with economic duress, raising a daughter, running a small baking business, and dealing with a major flood.

There is a parallel story involving a mother mountain lion searching for her lost cubs that periodically interrupts the main narrative. I loved the interjections of the narrator’s humorous views of the life around her, and I admired the subtle ways the author wove the two stories together so they enhanced each other. I enjoyed it so much I could barely stop reading it to go to bed!

This was my favorite book the year I read it, and I will read it again, with no doubt the same result. The narrator is an anonymous 18-year-old woman navigating family, community, and romantic relationships in the midst of the Irish Troubles.

Almost every character is identified by a local nickname, part town culture and part a way to keep both authorities and rebels off track. I loved the strong writing and the surprising but always plausible twists. I’ve recommended it to every reader I know.

Like Milkman above, this was my favorite book the year I read it, and I plan to re-read it soon. It’s a quietly intense and lonely story, in first person, with an unnamed female narrator whose “family” is the community she lives in by a river in England.

She rarely deals directly with these people, though her interactions are generally described in retrospect, and, in a way, her constant observation and evaluation of her surroundings make the urban/industrial landscape part of her family, too.

Urban landscapes have been an important part of my life, too; they have shaped much of who I am. There are hints of a lost child and earlier immersions in other, distant river landscapes. Quiet, elegiac, and powerful.

I’ve read this twice so far. It’s an odd, lonely book whose protagonist walks the knife-edge of sanity but is harmless and likable, though she is so timid that she has no friends. Her immediate family has also passed on. She finally advertises for a friend who must answer to the name ”Penelope” and develops a confusing friendship with the woman who responds to the ad.

I loved the book’s compassionate exploration of the varieties of oddity afflicting modern souls, as well as the story’s steady but subtle progression to a horrifying revelation. The resulting catharsis helps move the protagonist towards a more satisfying, if still deeply peculiar, life. All the characters are well-drawn.