I was kind of inconsistent while reading Flesh and Blood (4 weeks, weekends only), so the ups and downs the book has (or so I think) might have to do a lot with that. It's hard to make a book unputdownable for almost 600 pages, but all in all I loved it. I loved certain characters, I despised others (isn't that what the family sagas are all about?), I loved Constantine's beach house, I loved Cassandra's warm heart and Zoe's tangled hair. I loved Ben to pieces and the whole sailing/swimming episode broke my heart and left me sobbing.
The more I think about it, the more I believe Cunningham is my favourite author, yet people prefer to recognize the names when they ask you this (who's your favourite writer, that is), so I keep on saying I have no favourite author rather than having to explain myself afterwards.