just spent the first bit of this book in Chosen, New York, February 1979, where George is immediately suspected of killing his wife. I'm not sure what to make of George yet, but I feel awful for his little daughter Frannie. this feels eerie already, and it is seductively written--seems infused with spirits and secrets. next section seems to jump back, to 1978, so it's going to be one of those books. that's okay; I usually like those books.