As I read the first few chapters of On Beauty, it struck me as very similar to Howard's End, a book I had only just finished. Strangely, it is in fact inspired by Howard's End, and it is intriguing how Smith brings such a British classic - which deals heavily with class, ideology, and gender in early 20th century England - and brings it into contemporary America. I'm still not entirely sure how I felt about the book; I almost felt that nothing was happening, and yet simultaneously that possibly profound discoveries and observations were being made if I could only read between the lines better. Overall, I couldn't stop thinking about it after putting it down, and kept wanting to return to it. Unfortunately, I had to leave it in a hostel in Portugal, but I am sure one day I will pick it up again.