Hoo boy. I expected much more from Anne Tyler, whose books "The Accidental Tourist" and "A Patchwork Planet" were, to me, unforgettable.
First there is the problem that everyone in this book seems to be required to have some cutsie nickname. it left me begging for someone, anyone, not named something ridiculous.
Beyond the annoying names, no one in this book made me care very much what happened to them. The only character who made me rise from my torpor at all was a workman who adores his wife, but the wife is bipolar and erratic. Nonetheless, he seemed to understand and cherish her. Well, that lasted a couple of paragraphs.
The main character is dull, dull, dull. The premise--that she realizes that she has become the wrong person--is full of possibility. While I liked the occasional touch, such as the fact that her future husband gets the completely wrong first impression of her and she seems to take that mistake and run with it, most of the book just plods along.
As another reviewer here has noted, when I got to the end, I felt cheated, let down. I felt I had invested more time than the novel was worth, a feeling I have never before had when finishing a Tyler novel. The only novel of hers I ever didn't like was "Celestial Navigation", and that was because it was so terribly sad, not because it just didn't deliver, like this one.
Rebecca reminded me somewhat of the older lady the protagonist of "A Patchwork Planet" wastes his time on through much of that book. The difference is, that was one of my all-time favorites, and this was a dud. Try reading the dictionary, or better yet, the obituaries, instead.