Reading Bluebeard's Egg by Margaret Atwood

Lately I've had the fortune to pick up a book by Margaret Atwood. Previously I've read one of her books before, a science fiction called "Oryx and Crake". It's nice as a casual read but I do not consider it an excellent book. Most of time, I would prefer Isaac Asimov. However, this book, Bluebeard's Egg, is quite interesting. I like the well defined characters, and the miniscule details Ms. Atwood paid to human interaction and emotions. All the stories take place in ordinary places and times. I feel like she's giving a description to the fleeting feelings we often felt but we scarcely paid any attention to them, like pointing out a grain of rice at someone's face. Then we would think about it, and laugh at our insensitivity to an obvious situation. It's been a long time since I look forward to the Skytrain ride which I can fully enjoy reading the book, oblivious to everyone and things around me. Or is it a good thing?