When a friend of mine, a huge fan of the Danielle Steelesque, beach book type of novel, gave me a copy of Breathing Lessons, I was a bit skeptical of its merit. However, the fact that it was a recipient of the Pulitzer Prize compelled me to give it a try. As a psychology major, I am intrigued by in-depth character studies, and hoped this would satisfy my interest. As I labored through the novel, I kept wondering when it would magically transform itself from a glorified soap opera into a true work of literature. It never happened. The most annoying thing about this novel was the character of Maggie Moran. Rather than being an object of sympathy, someone I grew to understand as the book progressed, she got constantly more irritating. Her thought patterns and actions appeared to be those of a child, not an adult's. Ira, on the other hand, was a much more intriguing character. His past was developed in great detail, yet the reader was never given much of a glimpse into his thoughts. He was seen only through the obtuse eyes of his wife. With his interesting past, I would have enjoyed getting a better idea of his motivation and personality, but for some reason, I never did. In general, the late 80s must have been slow years in terms of fine literature. I cannot see why else this book would have been honored in such a way.