Copy obtained through local public library. I don't know the author
nor have I ever had any communication with her about this book or any
other matter.
I
began reading the book a couple of weeks ago, but only got a few pages
into it before being interrupted. I set it aside, then went back and
started over when I was sure I would have more time. By page 103 of
385, I knew the struggle wasn't going to be worth it. I always think
it's my fault that a book isn't working, so I checked out some of the
other reviews -- I almost never read reviews before I read the book --
and found I wasn't alone.
No spoilers here, because I didn't finish the book and I'm not likely to.
Towner
Whitney, whose real name is Sophya, comes back to Salem, Massachusetts,
after 15 years in California. Her grandmother/great-aunt Eva has
disappeared. I think Towner was raised by Eva, but I'm not sure.
Towner admits she lies a lot, and also that she doesn't remember things
well because she had a nervous breakdown after her sister Lyndley died.
I
think Towner's mother is May, who lives on a little island and rescues
abused women and their children, but the family relationships aren't
really clear. Auntie Emma is Eva's daughter, I think, but again I'm not
sure. Beezer is Towner's brother.
Quirky
characters are great if you can keep them straight and each becomes a
real person. None of these people did, not even Towner. Her quirks
were too inconsistent, too unexplained. She can read people's minds and
she hears voices -- especially Eva's and Lyndley's -- and she can read
lace (it's kind of like reading tea leaves or some such) but there
doesn't seem to be any purpose to it.
Towner
dwells on her mental illness but doesn't really seem to care very much
about it. She doesn't have any direction or motivation or even any
emotion. And yet I got the impression that she wanted people around her
to care about her. I'm not sure that that's the impression author
Brunonia Barry intended to convey, but it's the one I got.
As
a result, I just didn't like Towner, and it's difficult for me to
continue to read a book when I don't give a shit about the main
character.
The
book is well written in the technical sense, and I'm assuming the
details of Salem and its environs are accurate, but everything fell flat
for me. It's like a book that a bunch of ladies read for their Tuesday
afternoon book club, and they all think it's wonderful and deep and
literary and quirky, but they really don't understand it and aren't sure
they even like it. They read it to impress their friends. The sexy
parts embarrass them -- though to be honest, I hadn't encountered any
really sexy parts in the first 103 pages -- or horrify them, but for the
most part they really don't understand the sexy parts. They read books
like this because it makes them feel somehow superior, even though as
soon as they reach the end and move on to the next book, this one is
forgotten.
I'll probably forget it, too.
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