If you're looking for a book that blends history, mystery, and personal struggles, *The Cliffs* is a compelling choice. The novel's setting—a Victorian house on the rocky Maine coast—is so vividly described that I could almost hear the waves crashing against the cliffs. The way J. Courtney Sullivan weaves together the stories of generations of women who lived there is nothing short of mesmerizing.

One of the standout aspects for me was the deep dive into Native American history and colonial genocide. It’s not something I expected when I picked up the book, but it added a rich layer of depth that made me pause and reflect. The research feels impeccable, and it’s clear Sullivan has a deep respect for the subject matter.

That said, the book isn’t without its flaws. The main character, Jane, is deeply flawed—almost to a frustrating degree. Her battle with alcoholism is raw and real, but at times it overshadowed other intriguing elements like the ghost stories and historical threads. I found myself wishing for more closure with some of the side characters, whose stories felt abruptly cut off.

The pacing can also be uneven. There were moments where I felt lost, wondering how certain tangents connected to the main plot. But when the story clicks—like in the hauntingly beautiful chapter about Eliza—it’s pure magic.

Would I recommend it? Absolutely, especially if you enjoy layered narratives that tackle heavy themes with grace. Just be prepared for an ending that feels more like a gentle fade-out than a satisfying conclusion.