Chances Are… was a book I picked up sort of on a whim. Richard Russo is a highly regarded author and this was his new 2019 book. I found it on one of those listicals about best new books of the year, and I’m glad I did. It sort of reminds me of Mad Men in the sense that there was very little action / anything thrilling that happens, but I definitely enjoyed reading every bit of it. Russo is a writer that draws you in. Chances Are… is best described as a story that your grandpa or dad pulls you aside at a family gathering to tell you, except that you actually want to listen to. The most interesting part of this book to me was the way he described memory and how that plays an integral part of the story. Each main character has their own recollection of one fateful Memorial Day weekend which reminds me of the college days after a night out and huddling around a disgusting coffee table to try and remember the night before. The kicker was that it happens decades later and so many aspects of each life has been altered significantly by one another that it makes each page more compelling because it is written like a mystery. Not one of my all-time favorites, but a pleasant surprise and a quick summer read.