I would have still given an extra half star, if the technique had allowed, this humorous book where the narrator, Ruby, first fetus and child and finally adult, observes his own family, telling the story as it perceives and understands that it has to age.
Interposing fluid and rhythmical manner chapters dedicated to the youth of some older characters or even died while Ruby tells the story, the author gives a great human richness to the story. One perceives in fact, the roots of family habits and tensions, tics of each other, their way of communicating with their loved ones. Kate Atkinson, which is the first book (she has written others since), almost always manages to avoid cliché and it really easily forgive him the rare scenes or portraits a little less clever as it is easily carried away by tone, convinced by the sharpness of observation, and the touch of humor.
Family dynamics, crises ring true behind a slightly burlesque aspect related to the tone of the narrator. Serious things, injury, failed hopes and the ability of characters to survive, adapt, make the best use of crocs-en-leg life are revealed gradually, sometimes unspoken, that making through and excesses of some pretty touching characters.
I read the original English version, Behind The Scenes at The Museum, and hopes that the French translation has preserved all the flavor.