It turned out to be very good after all. It was just a little slow. It's now in a box of stuff to be sent to my daughter, who I know will love it. (It's a book presupposing that Anne Frank survived the concentration camps).
I have since returned to light reading on my Kindle. I do have a non-fiction one going which I'll mention, 1177 BC, The Collapse of Civilization by Eric Cline, which is about the invasion of Egypt by the Sea Peoples, something I knew nothing about. Slow going but interesting.
I had started a book called Jack and Libbie by Deanna Sletten which was supposed to be good and about mental illness, but it was so bad I couldn't get into it. I got a little over 25% of the way through, skipped to the end, read that, and wrote a scathing review on Goodreads/Amazon. I swear my teenage granddaughter has a better writing style!
So then I went for a palate cleanser in the form of a "psychological thriller" which wasn't really very scary, called The Nanny Song by someone styling herself Misty Mount. Despite some editing errors and awful name choices for characters (who names their kids Kason and Meela?) it was a solid little story with a nice, happy of course but sudden, ending.
Now I need to find something serious. Maybe.