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I guarantee that six months from now I won't remember anything I read in this book, and that's why it gets a one-star. I wouldn't say this book is "bad". Most of my dislike stems from the fact that it focused on a whole lot of facets I don't care about and didn't include a lot of things I look for.
But there is no getting around it, it is a BORING book. And I'm someone who likes quiet novels.
The whole time I was reading, I never once felt connected to character. It's not that I just couldn't relate to them (I couldn't), but I didn't feel like the author offered me any substance other than the stereotype of poor white southerners. They were mean, stupid, and struggling. Nothing interesting happened in their day-to-day. They had no deep inner life. It's literally just about two people living their very dull existence and one of them dies. When I finished, I honestly wasn't sure why I should care about this book at all.
The writing style was also very much not for me. The book alternates between two first-person POVs and when you start a chapter, you never know if it's Ruby or Jack talking or when in time they are. The story is not at all linear, and as far as I can tell, there was no purpose to that. Oddly, in the end, the book takes a sharp turn and the final chapter is in third person, where almost all of it is just a variety of characters' inner monologues. I'm not sure what Gibbons was going for here--perhaps she was trying to be artsy and just missed the mark.
My biggest grievance of all is that it felt like an homage to Faulkner's As I Lay Dying, and that has been my most hated book of the year so far. So if you aren't a Faulkner fan, I advise skipping over this one, or else you'll just have to disassociate through like I did.
But there is no getting around it, it is a BORING book. And I'm someone who likes quiet novels.
The whole time I was reading, I never once felt connected to character. It's not that I just couldn't relate to them (I couldn't), but I didn't feel like the author offered me any substance other than the stereotype of poor white southerners. They were mean, stupid, and struggling. Nothing interesting happened in their day-to-day. They had no deep inner life. It's literally just about two people living their very dull existence and one of them dies. When I finished, I honestly wasn't sure why I should care about this book at all.
The writing style was also very much not for me. The book alternates between two first-person POVs and when you start a chapter, you never know if it's Ruby or Jack talking or when in time they are. The story is not at all linear, and as far as I can tell, there was no purpose to that. Oddly, in the end, the book takes a sharp turn and the final chapter is in third person, where almost all of it is just a variety of characters' inner monologues. I'm not sure what Gibbons was going for here--perhaps she was trying to be artsy and just missed the mark.
My biggest grievance of all is that it felt like an homage to Faulkner's As I Lay Dying, and that has been my most hated book of the year so far. So if you aren't a Faulkner fan, I advise skipping over this one, or else you'll just have to disassociate through like I did.