"Strout dwells with uncanny immediacy inside the minds and hearts of a dazzling range of ages: the young (with their confusion, wonder, awakening sexuality), the middle-aged (envy, striving, compromise), the old (failing bodies, societal shunning, late revelations). . . . I have long and deeply admired all of Strout's work, but Olive, Again transcends and triumphs. The naked pain, dignity, wit and courage these stories consistently embody fill us with a steady, wrought comfort."--The Washington Post

"In thirteen poignant interconnected stories, Strout follows the cantankerous, truth-telling Mainer as she ages, experiencing a joyful second marriage and the evolution of her difficult relationship with her son. In her blunt yet compassionate way, Olive grapples with loneliness, infidelity, mortality and the question of whether we can ever really know someone--ourselves included."--People (Book of the Week)

"A magnificent achievement on its own terms . . . We see Olive acquiring a view of herself, and coming to recognize as valuable the other people who grant that vision. In the process, she shares in the alchemy that she continues to perform for us and elicits our unexpected, abiding love."--The Boston Globe

"Strout has created one of those rare characters . . . so vivid and humorous that they seem to take on a life independent of the story framing them."--The Guardian

"The lovable, irascible Olive Kitteridge is back. . . . In this novel--set against the backdrop of a rapidly changing Maine, ravaged by opioid addiction and economic neglect--Strout wields great pathos out of life and all its attendant tragedies."--BuzzFeed

"Strout aims the spotlight on her wry heroine and the characters of Crosby, Maine, in another book that's sure to have you flipping pages long into the night."--Bustle

"Olive, Again returns to Olive and the town of Crosby to do what Strout does best: find meaning in the tiniest and most mundane details of everyday life."--Vox

"Strout has said that she doesn't know why readers like Olive so much, except that she is complicated, like all of us. But I think we all have had an Olive in our lives whom we never got to know. Mine was a teacher named Gertrude. It is Strout's genius to reveal them to us in all their idiosyncratic glory. Olive, again? Oh yes, I do think so."--Ann Treneman, The Times (UK)