Sometimes it feels like I am the only person left who hasn’t read something by Jhumpa Lahiri. Well, no more. Friday night I finished Lahiri’s latest, Unaccustomed Earth. I don’t generally read a lot of short stories, so it’s good that my book club picked this as its August selection to encourage me to give Lahiri a try. I did like these stories about the experiences of fairly well-off Bengali immigrants to the United States, even if I found some of the themes repetitive. Lahiri is a beautiful writer and a joy to read, but her take on relationships was sometimes depressing. I guess I still like the occasional happy ending. Even without clean, clear, happy resolutions though, I expect I’ll be back for more.