I am just now reading the latest Margaret Maron, Designated Daughters, which I received as a Christmas gift. (It was on my Wish list; my myriad kinfolk wouldn't have a clue what to buy me without the benefit of that list!)
And your question made me stop and think about books which have haunted me down through the years. Gone To Earth, by Mary Webb; especially the "Telling The Bees" part and the ending. I read that back in the forties! China Court by Rumor Godden, and all the Graces. Caravans, by James Michener, and the sadness of the lost civilizations. A sense of a place that is not a place, but where people pass through. I read that for the first time more than half a century ago, and it is the same now. The place, Afghanistan, I mean.
Well, I will probably remember Designated Daughters, just as Margaret Maron's books about pottery making in North Carolina, furniture making in North Carolina, fishing and oystering in North Carolina, and so forth and so on have stuck with me. Designated Daughters, it turns out withOUT giving the plot away, is a support group and includes both sexes and all ages: grandparents, spouses, children, every relationship. It is all about CAREGIVERS. And you know, by golly, we do not spend many years, in a normal family, NOT being caregivers. I started along about age ten, and was fully into it by age fifteen. We care for our old, then our children, then our old again, only this time our parents generation, and then our spouses, and then our children take care of US! Fascinating stuff. And I like Maron, too, because she slips in glaring examples of folks we would take for way over the top should we encounter them, but the reasons for their fashion behavior or whatever would sober us up REAL fast if we but knew of them! Hold your tongue! That woman wearing a purple wig today and a red one tomorrow may be going through chemotherapy and have no hair of her own and be in need of the outlandishness to cover her despair! S'truth!