Setting: Sydney, Australia; 1970s? 43 year old confirmed spinster Mary Horton lives a well-to-do, strait-laced but isolated existence in a posh North Shore suburb. She enjoys her job as a personal assistant in a local factory and is respected for her abilities but she has never felt the need for a man in her life nor longed for children of her own. Tim Melville is a 25 year old labourer for a local builder, tall, blonde and looks like a god but has the mental age of a child. When Mary first meets Tim and offers him some work in her garden, little does she realise how their relationship will develop.... A sensitive and emotional love story - 8/10.
This has aged terribly. The grooming, the constant motherly talk with Tim while having sex with him. The just falling in love because of his godly greek looks but “loving him even more when i found out he was disabled”... what? What sort of complex do you need to have in order for this to be acceptable and smt you say out loud?
The preparation to getting married to “take care of Tim” but also “let me check if i am fertile because i want sex with him (obviosly its gonna happen cause he has been awaken sexually because of that kiss) and let me do a vaginal procedure as well in order for the sex to be smooth sailing” - is this okay? No.
Like, is the marriage about protecting Tim when he is left as an orphan or about having future hot sex without thinking about getting preggo? This is mental actually.
Also the dad dying not of natural causes (because yes, when people are really really sad sometimes they die days apart from their loved ones) but of suicide because he stopped eating on purpose in order to die, and Mary thinks its ok because love wins all and thats so natural and ok. Why help Ron with his depression when he can be reunited with his late wife by killing himself?
The narrative on the last half of this book is really insane. And i cannot believe I’ve just read this.
Like i cant even blame the sister. Mary has a serious problem and needs help more than any character.