The Beginning Place (1979) by Ursula LeGuin was a book that often caught my eye in the library. The title had a certain allure that piqued my curiosity, yet for some reason, I never got around to actually picking it up. I initially thought it was a young adult book, but I was mistaken. In today's terms, we would classify it as a new adult book.
This book truly challenges my ability to summarize or even fully understand it. Despite being pegged as having a romantic element, it doesn't unfold in the way one would typically expect a romance to. The male character isn't particularly strong, and the female character isn't conventionally beautiful. Their destinies don't seem to fit perfectly together, if only they could see it. In all honesty, what we have here are two ordinary, hurt individuals trying to transform themselves into competent adults, with too few role models to rely on.
Meanwhile, the fantasy world presented in the book has a vaguely gothic feel. It is always evening, yet it is usually pleasant and welcoming. The world seems to have its own set of rules rather than relying on overt magic to drive the narrative. This is not a story dominated by blatant magic. Instead, this world feels more complete and fulfilling for the protagonists. While they are in this world, time almost comes to a standstill, but never quite enough to make them forget themselves. The responsibilities of the real world constantly pull them back.
Although I wanted to rate this book highly, I found that the story left me feeling a bit empty inside. The romance felt rushed and lacking in depth, almost perfunctory. The ending seemed out of character, and the symbolism left me with more questions than answers. Whatever this book was intended to be or aimed to achieve, I feel that it tried to do too many things in too many different directions, resulting in a somewhat disjointed and ultimately unsatisfying read. It's like a hollow chocolate bunny, where the delicious outer layer can't hide the empty middle.