Finally read Constellations which I'd been meaning to; asked what I made of it, I said:
I have to think that over. The author often uses a nice turn of phrase but doesn't have the lyricism I've come to expect of Irish authors and, too often for my liking, uses 'erudite' words.
She's into art and I'd not heard of some of the artists she's mentioned... *note for me to do some Googling*
Her words on motherhood meant nothing to me. Much of the rest was easily relatable — a hodgepodge of everything that makes up a life, I think — but it seemed to me that it lacked depth — I suspect that that's because many of the issues she's engaged with are ones I've thought long & hard about, and that other readers may not have the experience I had reading it.
For me, the words didn't provide new insights or new ways of seeing. It was more of hearing "and I see things this way too" while going for a walk with a friend & having a chat (which I found reassuring) than it was being kicked in the arse to rethink one's worldview.
I think what one would make of the book depends very much on the reader.