The deeper Joanie King slips into a coma, the more Matt King wakes up. This is a lazily beautiful novel about an astute, comfortable, educated man, who slowly realises that all he has assumed is false; not in a road to Damascus-style revelation, and not in a way which makes him greatly uncomfortable, but none the less profoundly.
His daughters are growing up, but not in the way he imagined from the dstance of the office, his wife has secrets, and he is not as helpless to fate as he once thought.
The writing is wonderful, pace matching the setting which is integral to the book. Hawaii is written about with love and relaxed realism. The author is never tempted down the clichéd trying-too-hard route of extensive passages in pidgin and the matter-of-factness is engaging.
Perhaps most importantly, the story takes no enormous twists, but frequently when you think you can see the end result of a set of actions, the course of the story guides away from the obvious, giving the book the feeling of something which greew naturally and of its own accord, rather than pretty words hanging from a scaffold of plot.