More Than Enough

I’ll admit, I rolled my eyes at first—*another* DNA-test plot? But *More Than Enough* gutted me in ways I didn’t expect. Quindlen’s genius is in the specifics: the protagonist’s obsession with a childhood photo album after the results arrive, the way she starts calculating how many lies per decade her mother might’ve told. These aren’t abstract revelations; they’re body blows, and Kristen Sieh’s narration makes you *feel* the flinch. Her pacing is masterful—she lingers on the painful lines just a beat too long, forcing you to sit with the discomfort. The production is clean, but the real craft is in how Sieh’s voice hardens during confrontations, then cracks during the rare moments of vulnerability. That said, the middle act drags slightly. Quindlen’s detours into the protagonist’s work life (a job at a women’s magazine, because of *course*) feel like obligatory padding, and Sieh’s delivery can’t quite salvage the lulls. And while the ending lands with emotional weight, it leans a bit too hard on ambiguity—some listeners will love the open-endedness, but I wanted one last, brutal conversation to tie it all together. Still, the audiobook’s power lies in its refusal to tidy up the mess. If you’ve ever stared at your own reflection and wondered, *Who the hell am I, really?*, this will rattle you. Just maybe not during your commute—it’s the kind of listen that demands a long walk and a stiff drink after.