Yes, there are some interesting characters in this book, as other reviewers have commented, and yes, there's a detailed and convincing evocation of place (especially west London and the area around Seaford in East Sussex); but compared with Lesley Thomson's first book, A Kind of Vanishing, this one is oddly unengaging, and far too slow and repetitive. In the former book, the measured pace was used very effectively to flesh out the characters and probe the tiniest nuances of their thoughts and feelings; here, it just seems to be an obstacle to the unfolding of the plot.
And what a motley crew of characters that plot involves. Stella, the eponymous daughter, is strangely cold and difficult to identity with, and although Jack becomes increasingly interesting as we get to know him better, parts of his story seem to fizzle out into false trails, while his various weird pursuits ultimately seem to have little significance other than to wow us with their sheer oddity. It's as if Thomson felt that the more strands of strange behaviour and the more compromised characters she threw into the melting pot, the greater would be the sum of their parts. Yet by the time we reach the well-flagged finale, it all builds up to an enormous "So what?". it's fleshed out, moreover, by interpolations of Stella's childhood memories that presumably are supposed to add texture and depth, but in fact seem needlessly "novelistic" and almost gratuitous.
Lesley Thomson is a very accomplished writer, and this book is full of the trademark vivid observation that distinguished her first book. I don't want to dissuade you from reading it; I just think you should know what you're in for, so that you can balance my views with the surprisingly enthusiastic reactions of some of the other reviewers.