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“Tell me you love me”, he said.
Gently I did.
The end came anyway.
This book is a dichotomy to me. I find it utterly beautiful and impactful but equally arduous and unsatisfying; I can completely understand why it is so divisive.
I read it not long after it came out and loved it so much that I read it over and over, as I did with everything I loved as a kid. Therefore, my opinion could be skewed by my nostalgia for my 12/13-year old self. I was reluctant to read it again as, after seeing so many negative reviews, I expected that my vastly altered reading tastes would ruin a book that I had read to shreds and that had such an impact on me growing up.
I was so glad to find that I loved it just as much, albeit in an entirely different way and other than some issues with the writing and THAT chapter, it was perfect. Each day since I finished it I have thought about it more and more, something very few books bring out in me.
The beginning is both disturbing and gripping, so much so, that I remembered it vividly despite it being over 10-years since I had last read it, which was a surprise to me as I can’t usually even remember what day it is. I had read the author’s memoir Lucky and I believe this in part has also contributed to the resonance of the first chapter.
The middle and end, although less striking (it was a hard act to follow), were a mix of sadness and hope; though it seemed to have lost direction and pace in places, I really felt the message in the end and my love for the characters was enough to keep me going.
Now, being an adult, I felt so much more the love and devastation of the adults and saw how the kids are actually far stronger and more resilient. Jack was wonderful, but that wasn’t something we were told, it grew with the story. He is possibly the best, most loving Dad I have ever read about. I was taken aback by some seemingly uneventful moments that now were heartbreaking and it felt as though the author really understood grief in these small details and so much of it really rang true to me.
Despite being about a murder, it is not a thriller or mystery as we know almost immediately what has happened and whodunnit. Instead, it is an exposed and authentic account of grief that, due to the unusual point of view, we get the benefit of understanding from both sides and without pretence as Susie can see them without the masks that they put on for others and each other. In this way, it is a character-driven ‘journey’ story and if you are willing to invest yourself in them and have your heart broken then I would definitely recommend it.
Gently I did.
The end came anyway.
This book is a dichotomy to me. I find it utterly beautiful and impactful but equally arduous and unsatisfying; I can completely understand why it is so divisive.
I read it not long after it came out and loved it so much that I read it over and over, as I did with everything I loved as a kid. Therefore, my opinion could be skewed by my nostalgia for my 12/13-year old self. I was reluctant to read it again as, after seeing so many negative reviews, I expected that my vastly altered reading tastes would ruin a book that I had read to shreds and that had such an impact on me growing up.
I was so glad to find that I loved it just as much, albeit in an entirely different way and other than some issues with the writing and THAT chapter, it was perfect. Each day since I finished it I have thought about it more and more, something very few books bring out in me.
The beginning is both disturbing and gripping, so much so, that I remembered it vividly despite it being over 10-years since I had last read it, which was a surprise to me as I can’t usually even remember what day it is. I had read the author’s memoir Lucky and I believe this in part has also contributed to the resonance of the first chapter.
The middle and end, although less striking (it was a hard act to follow), were a mix of sadness and hope; though it seemed to have lost direction and pace in places, I really felt the message in the end and my love for the characters was enough to keep me going.
Now, being an adult, I felt so much more the love and devastation of the adults and saw how the kids are actually far stronger and more resilient. Jack was wonderful, but that wasn’t something we were told, it grew with the story. He is possibly the best, most loving Dad I have ever read about. I was taken aback by some seemingly uneventful moments that now were heartbreaking and it felt as though the author really understood grief in these small details and so much of it really rang true to me.
Despite being about a murder, it is not a thriller or mystery as we know almost immediately what has happened and whodunnit. Instead, it is an exposed and authentic account of grief that, due to the unusual point of view, we get the benefit of understanding from both sides and without pretence as Susie can see them without the masks that they put on for others and each other. In this way, it is a character-driven ‘journey’ story and if you are willing to invest yourself in them and have your heart broken then I would definitely recommend it.