Oh, this book! It hurts to read, and it's getting worse and worse. I'm fully prepared and rooting for the farm to go under--to end everyone's misery. If only the characters would run away from their troubles.
Sometimes you're really enjoying a story, yet you long to get to the end so you don't have to watch the suffering anymore. And sometimes you're reading about people's troubles, and you feel that you're like them, and their lives are so familiar that when you, say, look up and find yourself on the train on the way into work, there's a split second of confusion as to whether it's your boyfriend who's not speaking to you, or Ginny's husband who's not speaking to her. Or maybe you feel a little residual anger at your grandfather for being such a jerk (though, I feel obliged to point out, nothing like this character Larry).
Anyway, Katie, thanks for recommending A Thousand Acres. That may sound sarcastic, but it's really so good.