A post-pandemic Gamache story featuring unpleasant eugenicists, the usual favorites, a Malala doppleganger, a New Year’s Eve party and some “things you find when cleaning out parents' houses.” All content that felt close to home. You get a little less of that nudging “saying a thing without saying it” aspect of Penny’s writing that I don’t like so well--like really, no one knows if the house pet is a dog or a guinea pig?--and more exposition about people being complicated and stories being complex.