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My personal rating/reaction 2 stars, but I'll give it 3 for writing.
This was a hot mess of a book. For 300 and some pages the book meanders along, opining on everything from Shakespeare, feminism, intellectualism, friendship, romance and astronomy, to hit the high points. Nothing much happens plot-wise, save a mysterious family with a devastating handsome, quotation-spewing son named Dominic, moves in next door to the Meriweathers. Aside from bumping into him repeatedly and oddly, little happens. The three sisters named in the book's title find him by turns aggravating and fascinating but mostly continue their own lives interspersed with sisterly squabbles.
It's only as the book closes in around the 300 mark that anything actually happens, and that big event is that Dominic finally starts to build his science project in the sisters' attic, a time machine. The whole book then wraps up by page 350. In addition to abruptly setting the plot in motion, only to slam to a halt in a mere 50 pages, the ending makes no goddamn sense and Dean suddenly decides to introduce magic into the story at that late date. What a cop out and a cheat.
Frankly the whole book was a tiresome exercise in intellectual pretentiousness, disguised as a fantasy novel. I enjoy some good quotations and literary references in my books as much as the next person. I would say I'm fairly well and widely read and that Dean's incessant quoting and exegesis on not one, not two but three Shakespeare plays had me wanting to gouge my eyes out. If you thought slogging through the bard in school was an exercise in misery, it's nothing compared to having the author have the characters actually read the play out loud to each other, reciting the actual lines while making commentary on the side.
So if I hated this book so much, you might ask yourself, why did I finish it? Well, Dean is actually a very decent writer, prose wise. She did an excellent job capturing the uneasy dynamics in the sibling relationship, and I thought she also painted a very realistic picture of Gentian's friends (aside from their highly unrealistic conversations about philosophy and poetry). I also was once very interested in astronomy so Gentian's hobby resonated with me. Aside from that, as a Minneapolis native I really enjoyed reading about my hometown. I had forgotten about the planetarium that had been part of the old central library, she name checked my old high school and as one might expect, she got the weather and seasons of Minnesota just right. Still, nostalgia can only take you so far. Lastly it drove me nuts that Gentian's cat was called Maria Mitchell, but then for no reason she's also referred to as Murr. Fine, but pick one for heaven's sake and stick to it. She would often use both names in the same sentence. We get it - Maria Mitchell was a famous, female astronomer, I don't need to be hot over the head with it every. Single. Chapter.
So yeah, not a fan of this book. It's a shame that the plot couldn't live up to the writing.
This was a hot mess of a book. For 300 and some pages the book meanders along, opining on everything from Shakespeare, feminism, intellectualism, friendship, romance and astronomy, to hit the high points. Nothing much happens plot-wise, save a mysterious family with a devastating handsome, quotation-spewing son named Dominic, moves in next door to the Meriweathers. Aside from bumping into him repeatedly and oddly, little happens. The three sisters named in the book's title find him by turns aggravating and fascinating but mostly continue their own lives interspersed with sisterly squabbles.
It's only as the book closes in around the 300 mark that anything actually happens, and that big event is that Dominic finally starts to build his science project in the sisters' attic, a time machine. The whole book then wraps up by page 350. In addition to abruptly setting the plot in motion, only to slam to a halt in a mere 50 pages, the ending makes no goddamn sense and Dean suddenly decides to introduce magic into the story at that late date. What a cop out and a cheat.
Frankly the whole book was a tiresome exercise in intellectual pretentiousness, disguised as a fantasy novel. I enjoy some good quotations and literary references in my books as much as the next person. I would say I'm fairly well and widely read and that Dean's incessant quoting and exegesis on not one, not two but three Shakespeare plays had me wanting to gouge my eyes out. If you thought slogging through the bard in school was an exercise in misery, it's nothing compared to having the author have the characters actually read the play out loud to each other, reciting the actual lines while making commentary on the side.
So if I hated this book so much, you might ask yourself, why did I finish it? Well, Dean is actually a very decent writer, prose wise. She did an excellent job capturing the uneasy dynamics in the sibling relationship, and I thought she also painted a very realistic picture of Gentian's friends (aside from their highly unrealistic conversations about philosophy and poetry). I also was once very interested in astronomy so Gentian's hobby resonated with me. Aside from that, as a Minneapolis native I really enjoyed reading about my hometown. I had forgotten about the planetarium that had been part of the old central library, she name checked my old high school and as one might expect, she got the weather and seasons of Minnesota just right. Still, nostalgia can only take you so far. Lastly it drove me nuts that Gentian's cat was called Maria Mitchell, but then for no reason she's also referred to as Murr. Fine, but pick one for heaven's sake and stick to it. She would often use both names in the same sentence. We get it - Maria Mitchell was a famous, female astronomer, I don't need to be hot over the head with it every. Single. Chapter.
So yeah, not a fan of this book. It's a shame that the plot couldn't live up to the writing.