This book has a fantastic opening. The soon-to-be married artist with a mysterious past, Annie Oh, and the down-to-earth man who made a serious mistake he's not fully owning up to, Orion Oh, begin to narrate their tale of a failed marriage. We Are Water drew me right in. The characters were fantastically flawed and fragile. I wanted to save them all. My biggest gripe with this book, aside from the fact that all the redheaded female characters are victims and assholes at the same time (which I personally find cliché), is that as the other narrators who came in after Annie and Orion seemed to add very little to the story. All of the narration could have come from those two and, to this reader, would have made for a far tighter storyline. As it is, it begins to feel too fragmented and confusing around the time the son begins his story. I enjoyed The Corrections, which also used a multi-narrative style, but I didn't think it quite worked for this novel. Absolutely lovely writing and vivid characters, just a little fuzzy on the focus.