Nine Perfect Strangers by Liane Moriarty is not my normal reading material. I needed a brief respite from Buddhist philosophy and I've seen the first season of the Netflix series based on the novel, so I entered the novel's pages. While the book and series share bones, they are fleshed quite differently. The book is mostly interior, in ways the series cannot be. Moriarty keeps things moving along and interesting for me as a reader. I appreciated the characters that she fleshes out, although she only really does that with Masha (the owner of the health resort that is the setting of the novel) and four of the nine strangers. The other five participants of the health retreat are a bit stiff because we don't know enough about them. The series actually does a better job of focusing on each of the nine strangers and Masha than the book, so this is one of the cases where the "movie" was better than the book.
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