In stark contrast with the book I reviewed yesterday, almost nothing happens in Eleven Hours. Well, a baby’s born, which is something, but you know it’s going to happen from the first page since this is the story of a labor. There are two protagonists, the woman in labor and her nurse (o, how nice it must be to have one nurse and one nurse only throughout!) and their back stories emerge during the ordeal, although mostly as internal monologues since patient-nurse professionalism must remain. I thought it was brilliant, minus the weird soaring chorus at the very end.