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If you are a character in a L'Engle novel, do not be a young girl named Emily. At least, not unless you want to be a gifted artist whose life is changed by a criminal attack that leaves you differently abled.
And yes, I am (almost) serious.
I actually liked this book better on second reading, though I do get why some readers are uncomfortable with it. It really can seem both sexist and racist. Though Dave Davidson is actually a person of color, and so, therefore, are his children.
Those children, especially the two little girls, Tory and Emily, are well characterized. In fact, I found all the characters vivid and believable while I was reading.
However, in spite of the presence of young teenagers as supporting characters, this book is emphatically not YA. It deals primarily with adults and their traumas and how they do, or don't, overcome them. For example, I could not manage to read the wartime experiences of Katherine Forrester's friend Felix. They were utterly nightmarish. Further, I agree with reviewers who find Katherine's beloved Justin an abusive husband. The love between Justin and Katherine is real, but so is the toxicity.
The book does seem dated in some ways. The mean streets of New York are pretty clearly the streets of the 1970s, for example.
So, I wouldn't say it was my favorite L'Engle book. But it remains gripping and thought-provoking, and I was happy to have reread it. I was also really pleased to encounter Suzy and Dave as adults. I did wish young Tori's aunt Vicky would sweep in and offer the young girl some understanding and sympathy--the sort of support Vicky, at the same age, got from her uncle Douglas. But, alas, that never happened.
And yes, I am (almost) serious.
I actually liked this book better on second reading, though I do get why some readers are uncomfortable with it. It really can seem both sexist and racist. Though Dave Davidson is actually a person of color, and so, therefore, are his children.
Those children, especially the two little girls, Tory and Emily, are well characterized. In fact, I found all the characters vivid and believable while I was reading.
However, in spite of the presence of young teenagers as supporting characters, this book is emphatically not YA. It deals primarily with adults and their traumas and how they do, or don't, overcome them. For example, I could not manage to read the wartime experiences of Katherine Forrester's friend Felix. They were utterly nightmarish. Further, I agree with reviewers who find Katherine's beloved Justin an abusive husband. The love between Justin and Katherine is real, but so is the toxicity.
The book does seem dated in some ways. The mean streets of New York are pretty clearly the streets of the 1970s, for example.
So, I wouldn't say it was my favorite L'Engle book. But it remains gripping and thought-provoking, and I was happy to have reread it. I was also really pleased to encounter Suzy and Dave as adults. I did wish young Tori's aunt Vicky would sweep in and offer the young girl some understanding and sympathy--the sort of support Vicky, at the same age, got from her uncle Douglas. But, alas, that never happened.