The Dickensian Second Coming

“The chain of events, the links in our lives – what leads us where we’re going, the courses we follow to our ends, what we don’t see coming, and what we do – all this can be mysterious, or simply unseen, or even obvious.”

One does not embark on reading a John Irving novel lightly…

Is Avenue of Mysteries my favourite John Irving novel? No. Is it still worthy of a 5-star rating? Is it still better than 99% of the books I’ve read in my lifetime? Yes…because it is a John Irving novel.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I am a writer and an avid reader because of John Irving. He is one of my all-time favourite authors in the world, and I am absolutely and consistently blown away by each and every novel he writes. He quite frankly is the modern day Dickens; somehow he has managed to write 14 novels, all with vastly different characters and plots but with a distinct Irving style that is sharply recognizable and unlike anything any other authors have put out. Irving is a truly unique voice in literature, and he painstakingly crafts narratives that are sweeping and vast, but with these minute details and intricacies that he reveals with enviable patience and calculated insight. Honestly, a John Irving novel is not a book you can pick up flippantly, or decide to read just for the hell of it – you have to be prepared, emotionally, physically (his books are looong and heavy, especially if you have them in hardcover!) and mentally to embark on a journey that will sometimes be tedious and daunting but will definitely be rewarding!

In his long and established career, John Irving has produced some incredible novels. My personal favourite is A Prayer for Owen Meany, a novel that I actually read twice in the span of one month when I was in grade 12. That novel changed my whole life – it gave me this drive and determination to become a writer because I felt this desire to make something as brilliant as Irving did. I know now that I will most likely never achieve that, but John Irving has always been on this pedestal for me because he is the absolute pinnacle of everything I find impressive and enthralling about literature…he is everything I have ever wanted to be as a writer myself.

John Irving cares about his characters and his stories. I read once that he actually writes all of his novels out by hand, which I have major respect for – as I said, he is thoroughly connected to the stories he creates, and he is committed to delivering tales that are massive in scope but intimate in description. Irving at once provides readers with the idea that they have been on a lifelong journey with his characters, while simultaneously making them privy to the tiniest, most private thoughts of those characters’ minds. Somehow he manages to both create stories that are HUGE and very very small. He is a true genius in that sense, and his characters are more real and fleshed out than some of the actual people I know.

I’m lucky enough to be getting the chance to see John Irving in person at the beginning of September, at one of my favourite buildings at my former university, and this is what encouraged me to pick up Avenue of Mysteries this past week. I actually bought the book when it first came out, in 2015, so needless to say, it has been sitting on my bookshelf, unread, for quite some time. That’s because, like I said before, you have to be in the proper mood to read an Irving novel. It’s the same as with Dickens – you don’t just pick up a Dickens novel off your shelf randomly because it’s such a huge commitment and you know it will take so much effort and brain power to read. John Irving novels are the same – you have to be ready to read something incredibly dense, but to also read between the lines. John Irving reveals things out of order, a tiny snippet at a time, and so you have to be ready, as a reader, to pick up the pieces and patiently wait for everything to come together.

With that in mind, I’ll say that Avenue of Mysteries is a remarkable novel…but then again, every John Irving novel is. Having said that, Avenue of Mysteries is not the John Irving novel I would rush out to recommend to others because it somehow didn’t feel that concise or cohesive. It felt a bit scattered to me, from the beginning, and I think that only readers who are familiar with Irving’s style and appreciate how disjointed his narratives can sometimes be will be able to appreciate Avenue of Mysteries. In many ways, I felt that it harkened back to Owen Meany (for example, Juan Diego’s sister Lupe distinctly reminded me of Owen Meany, from the way she spoke to her sometimes flawed premonitions about the future), but it wasn’t as polished of a novel. I understood that Irving’s focus was the inconsistency of dreams and memories, and I know he intended to make the novel feel like a real mind fuck for the reader (excuse my harsh language, but can anyone think of a synonym for “mind fuck”?), but I just can’t help but feel that if you don’t know Irving, you won’t get this novel at all. I wasn’t disappointed by that because I do believe I know Irving and I didn’t struggle with this text for that reason, but at the same time, I think Avenue of Mysteries is a bit less accessible and generally appealing than other Irving novels. It feels like a novel written by Irving for diehard fans of Irving!

Again, I will state that Avenue of Mysteries is brilliant, in its Irving-ian way. This also means that it’s pretty brilliant in a Dickensian sort of way too, and once again, I was struck by just how similar to Dickens’ style Irving’s is. At the same time, Irving is not playing an imitation game; he’s not trying to emulate Dickens’ style, he just writes in the same sort of style naturally, and seemingly effortlessly. I can pinpoint one aspect of Irving’s style that is so Dickensian in nature: his repetition of concepts associated with his characters. Juan Diego is never simply Juan Diego – he is always “Juan Diego, dump reader”. Edward Bonshaw is never just Edward Bonshaw – he is always “Edward Bonshaw, the parrot man” or “Senor Eduardo”. Irving creates these characters with unique facets and talents and personalities, and then he labels them, and constantly reminds the reader of these labels so that they become intimate friends and allies of the characters. However, Irving is calculated about when he chooses to use these epithets – he reiterates them at crucial moments, in the middle of specific paragraphs, in order to remind his reader of particular pieces of his characters’ identities at moments when they are most relevant and significant. Nothing is coincidental or random in an Irving novel, and this is something Dickens does too, particularly in his largest novels like Our Mutual Friend, and it creates the sense that, as an author, he knows his characters better than he even knows himself. Irving somehow manages to recreate this sort of feeling without seeming to steal from or cheat Dickens. I’ve never known a writer to so closely resemble one from the past the way Irving does Dickens. And then, of course, there’s the fact that his novels are very verbose (which is something that I clearly appreciate and can relate to as a writer)! There are times when reading an Irving novel that you have to stop and ask yourself, What is he trying to say? And then you can rewind, unpack, dissect and finally move on…it is a process that takes time and an inherent love for literature of the most literary kind. Reading an Irving novel is not, ever, an easy task…but then, the best things in life often aren’t the easiest, right?

I recommend that everyone read an Irving novel in their lifetime, but I also know that very few readers will. He’s certainly not for everyone, and Avenue of Mysteries is the ultimate example of that – it is a novel that you will either really love or absolutely hate because it is everything an Irving novel is on steroids…it is the most Irving-est of all the Irving novels. I for one LOVED it, but then again, I love anything and everything Irving touches.

My Favourite Quote from Avenue of Mysteries

“‘What did the Virgin Mary ever actually do? She didn’t even get herself pregnant!’” ~ Lupe

❥❥❥❥❥ (out of 5) ~ If it’s by Irving, it will always get 5/5 from me!

JNG

Girl with a Green Heart

It Ends With Us ~ #JNGReads

This has been a year of me reading books that I don’t feel qualified to review.

It started when I read Thirteen Reason Why earlier this year. Although I have suffered from anxiety since my early high school days, I have never felt such all-encompassing depression that I have contemplated suicide. I could not relate to Hannah’s emotional or mental state while reading the novel, and while that did not affect my overall enjoyment of it whatsoever (I do not feel it is necessary to identify with a character in order to connect with them or enjoy reading their story), it did make me feel like I had no place reviewing the novel or giving it a numeric rating. The novel wasn’t my favourite for many reasons, mainly because of how it was written, but I didn’t feel like I could actually critique it because of how important the subject matter was and how imperative I believe it is that everyone, particularly teenagers, read the story.

How do you review something that you think everyone needs to read, even if you didn’t love it and for reasons far more significant than enjoyment?

I still haven’t figured out the answer to that question, and I certainly didn’t have it when I read the novel It Happens All The Time just a short while ago. That was another novel that dealt with such important subject matter as rape and consent, and I felt totally inadequate reviewing it, considering that I have been lucky enough to never find myself in the positions of the main characters. Again, I felt that the subject matter was so poignant and timely that every reader should pick up the novel, but I didn’t absolutely love how the story was articulated or how the characters’ narrations were portrayed.

Now, here I am again, trying to review a novel that just shouldn’t be reviewed. It Ends With Us by Colleen Hoover is so much more than a romance, and I’m actually thinking that it was a mistake to choose this as my first experience of Hoover’s writing. As far as I know, Hoover is an established and much loved romance writer, but It Ends With Us is apparently a departure from her usual style and genre. In this novel, Hoover decides to investigate the more complicated, complex and tragic side of a relationship, and the romance between the two main characters takes almost a backseat to their struggles.

I should warn you all that SPOILERS are ahead. If you don’t want to have any idea of what happens in It Ends With Us before picking it up, I urge you to stop reading this review here.

It is nearly impossible to talk properly about It Ends With Us without mentioning that it focuses on domestic abuse. Not only is domestic abuse a huge part of the upbringing of the main character and narrator, Lily Bloom, it also becomes a component of her own marriage to Ryle Kincaid. This is where the novel becomes both heartbreaking and profound – Hoover chooses to not just write an average, mundane, cookie-cutter romance; she chooses instead to focus on the nitty gritty of an abusive relationship, and investigate the emotions that a woman being physically and mentally abused would endure. There are a lot of romance novels out there, but very few that do something interesting, that actually talk about important topics, and Hoover totally turns the romance genre on its head and does a complete 180 with it.

I wholeheartedly respect that and I found her treatment of domestic abuse fascinating and enlightening. I love and appreciate novels with grey area – my favourite characters are the ones who are not simply black or white, good or bad, perfect or irrevocably flawed.

“‘There is no such thing as bad people. We’re all just people who sometimes do bad things.’” ~ Ryle

There was not a moment in the novel that I thought that Lily should leave Ryle, just as there was not a moment when I thought she should not leave him – I had no idea what Lily should do because although I tried my hardest to put myself in her position, I simply could not. My experience and identity as a reader is limited in that way, and so I could sympathize with Lily’s circumstances and wish that she would find happiness, but I could not decide for her. That is the most hard-hitting aspect of It Ends With Us; Hoover expertly and subtly comments on the notion that people are far too easily inclined to judge others, to pronounce opinions on other people’s situations without having any real idea of what it is like to properly be in them. There are many people out there who would say of a woman in Lily’s position, Why doesn’t she just leave him? There are many people who would blame Lily for not walking away earlier, for not standing up for herself. But how many of those people have lived through a relationship like Lily and Ryle’s? How many of them have had to rip themselves away from the person they love, even if they know it is technically the right and most healthy thing to do? Hoover teaches us all, her readers, her audience, to critique less and support more, to be there for others without trying to control them, to practice compassion rather than judgment. I respect so much that Hoover has chosen to use her popularity as a romance writer to draw attention to an issue that is far too often overlooked and misunderstood by society at large.

Having said that, the reason why I find it so hard to traditionally review It Ends With Us is because there is one aspect of the story that bothered me a little bit (only enough to lower my necessary Goodreads numeric rating by 1-star, mind you). This particular detail is the aspects of the novel pertaining to Lily’s somewhat romantic relationship with Atlas, her first love. While I definitely do NOT think Ryle’s jealousy was justified or was an excuse for his treatment of Lily, I did feel that Lily’s interactions with Atlas and her reminiscing on her teenage relationship with him, both before she began dating Ryle and during her marriage, took away from the poignancy of her story with Ryle. Hoover’s decision to oscillate between scenes in which Ryle and Lily develop their relationship (both positively and negatively) and scenes of Lily thinking about Atlas and being confused by her lingering emotions for him frustrated me on many levels. I felt that the storyline with Atlas took away from the gravity of Lily’s situation with Ryle in that it drew attention away from the severity of what she was going through. It almost trivialized how difficult her life became after Ryle’s most horrible incident of domestic abuse because Lily’s admission that she wished she could easily feel something for Atlas without so much stress and trauma and confusion surrounding her brought the story back into a traditionally romantic domain that I wished it would severe all ties with. It just overall toyed with my emotions in that I was feeling hurt and scared for Lily but then hopeful that her and Atlas would “get together” in the traditional sense – it didn’t feel right to have these thoughts, which is thankfully something that Lily recognizes as well, but I found myself wishing that Atlas wasn’t even part of the equation. I ironically struggled more with the romantic moments of It Ends With Us than with the powerful moments because I grew to accept that it was not a generic romance novel and so it frustrated me to be offered tokens of romance novel stereotypes amidst such deep and meaningful subject matter. I don’t know if any of that made sense, but I feel that if It Ends With Us began and ended only with investigating Lily’s relationship with Ryle, it would’ve felt slightly less disjointed and would’ve made me feel more consistently emotional and heartbroken.

I’ll repeat, though, that It Ends With Us is still extremely poignant and important in that it is NOT just a romance novel. It is so much more and it is a book that I would undoubtedly recommend to women, and encourage them to pass on to their mothers, their daughters, and their friends.

❥❥❥❥ (out of 5)

*One more note… I went for a run partway through reading It Ends With Us, and a song came on my iPod that made me think of Lily. It was the song “Night So Long” by the band Haim from their newest album Something To Tell You – the deep and powerful instrumentals and the haunting harmonies made me picture Lily taking a walk in the dark, contemplating her emotions and her future. The lyrics also seemed to resonate with her experiences in the novel, so I thought I would share a few here…

“In loneliness, my only friend

In loneliness, my only fear

The nights end

Then I say goodbye to love once more

No shadow darkening the door

Until your memory is gone

The night, slow, long…”

~ “Night So Long”, Haim

JNG

Girl with a Green Heart

It Happens All the Time ~ #JNGReads

It Happens All the Time by Amy Hatvany is a book that I don’t feel comfortable reviewing, for multiple reasons. Allow me to explain…

Hatvany’s novel deals with such important topics as rape and mental health, and so it is very difficult to write a review of a story that tackles such deep and significant issues. In a similar vein to how I felt uncomfortable reviewing Thirteen Reasons Why, I feel that It Happens All the Time is the sort of novel that should not be reviewed or rigorously critiqued and should instead be read by all adults. It would be impossible for me to say which demographic I recommend it to, because I recommend it to all readers, young and old, male and female. It would be difficult to pull apart any elements of the novel, to break apart the traits and actions of the characters, because so much of the novel’s strength and poignancy comes from the fact that the characters are flawed (some much more than others), and that there are two sides to and different opinions about every story. It Happens All the Time is not the kind of novel that, in my opinion, can be reviewed for its plot devices or structure or style because everything pales in comparison to the subject matter it investigates and the insights it offers. It is a novel that should be on every reader’s bookshelf and that parents should be encouraging their children to read, once they reach an appropriate age. It is a story that needs to be told, and then discussed at length.

So, for those reasons, I find it hard to write a traditional review of Hatvany’s novel or give it a concrete rating. The novel was a very quick read for me, and I did struggle with connecting to certain characters, particularly Tyler, because I felt that the synopsis gave away some crucial details that ultimately clouded my opinions on the characters from page one. Having said that, I was moved by the story, I was shaken and rattled by it, especially in the most tragic chapters, and I was called to question my own beliefs and assumptions. That is the mark of a great novel, most certainly, and yet I can’t quantify this experience by giving it a number of stars (although I have, for the sake of the Goodreads system). As I said, this is a novel that must be read, and so it transcends the concepts of enjoyment and pleasure and achieves status as a novel that educates and inspires and makes readers better.

Furthermore, there are so many readers who could write better “reviews” of this novel than me, and many of them have. I was touched by so many of the comments I read on Goodreads about this novel, and they certainly opened my eyes to just how prevalent and relevant the subject matter of Hatvany’s story is. One review in particular really stuck with me though and my thoughts were drawn back to it in each moment I spent reading It Happens All the Time. This review was written by a Goodreads friend of mine, Chelsea Humphrey, and it was her honest, heartfelt and touching words that really pushed and persuaded me to pick up Hatvany’s novel as soon as I could. Chelsea’s review is, in every way, more thought-provoking than mine could ever be, and I believe that even those who haven’t read It Happens All the Time will take something away from her review (follow the link above or at the end of this post to visit Chelsea’s blog and read it). I suggest you all read her review, whether you intend to pick up the novel or not, because it is intensely meaningful and eye-opening!

On that note, I must say that my biggest source of hesitancy in writing a review for It Happens All the Time comes from the fact that I have never been in Amber’s position, I have never experienced the turmoil and pain she goes through. This is not to say that a reader must have personally experienced every aspect of a story in order to understand or enjoy it, but I do feel that in the case of topics such as rape, it is extremely difficult to fathom the circumstances and emotions surrounding them without having experienced them firsthand. I did absolutely feel empathy for Amber and tried my hardest to put myself in her shoes, but I understood my limitations, I accepted the fact that I will never ever be able to comprehend her anxieties and fears and depression without having lived them myself. I don’t feel comfortable at all pronouncing judgment on her actions or choices, because I have no idea how I would react in a similar situation. I don’t feel that there’s any room for judgment in this novel whatsoever, for that reason, and I would find it impossible to contradict or criticize how the characters were portrayed because I have never been in their places. What I think is most thought-provoking and powerful about Hatvany’s description of both a rape survivor and her perpetrator is that each and every character is so human, so flawed and so realistic. There is no clear cut, neatly wrapped right or wrong, and every character exists in that gray area that we so often struggle with in real-life.

I don’t know if any of what I’ve said even makes sense, but I will try to sum up my jumbled thoughts as best I can. Read It Happens All the Time! Especially if you are someone who has never experienced the topics it investigates… Read It Happens All the Time! Have your parents read it, pass it along to your brothers and boyfriends, and encourage your children, both male and female, to read it when they reach an appropriate age. Give a copy to your best female friends, and to your best guy friends too, and start a conversation. Talk about what happens to Amber, and what happens to Tyler too, and even if your opinions vary or you can’t see eye to eye, discuss every nuance and detail and start the conversation. This is where Hatvany’s story will prove most significant: in the conversations between readers and their friends and family members. If each of us passes along our copy and challenges the person we’ve given it to to investigate their own assumptions and ideals, then we will be one step closer to making our world a safer place.

I highly recommend this one, to absolutely everyone!

Chelsea Humphrey’s review of It Happens All the Time, from her blog The Suspense Is Thrilling Me:

https://thesuspenseisthrillingme.com/2017/03/28/review-it-happens-all-the-time/

JNG

Girl with a Green Heart

Before I Fall – #JNGReads

Before I Fall by Lauren Oliver is probably one of the best young adult novels I have ever read.

I should qualify this statement by saying that I am very versed in the young adult genre. I’ve enjoyed reading young adult novels since high school, and even though I am really no longer a young adult by any standards, I still find novels geared at teenagers to be quick and enjoyable reads. For the most part, I’ve mainly encountered young adult novels that are light, airy and fun, but there have been those novels every now and then that blew me out of the water with how provocative they were (How To Love by Katie Cotugno, OCD Love Story by Corey Ann Haydu and Prep by Curtis Sittenfeld immediately come to mind, but there are many others of course).

Before I Fall has to be one of the hardest hitting young adult novels I’ve ever read, if not the hardest. One thing I have to say is that I was supremely lucky in that I was never bullied in high school. I wasn’t exactly popular and didn’t go to all the crazy parties, mainly because I was studious and more academically inclined, but I had a lot of acquaintances and many friends, several of whom I’ve held onto in my adulthood. I was also most certainly not a “mean girl”, and I never bullied anyone else, so I knew that Before I Fall would fascinate me because it would allow me to get into the head of the type of girl I never was in high school. And, I have to say, what I liked best about the novel was how vivid Sam’s first-person narration was. I truly felt as though I was inhabiting her mind and watching it process everything she was going through in real-time, and I think Oliver mastered Sam’s voice and made it very distinct and unique.

What was most breathtaking (and mostly in the sense of leaving the reader shocked) was how detailed Oliver’s descriptions of the actions of Sam and her friends was. Oliver picks apart every nuance of their “mean girl” personalities, and she provides the reader with just enough of a backstory for each of them to pull at the reader’s heartstrings. These characters left me very conflicted, and that was mainly because I knew so much about their troubled family and home lives, and could see firsthand how insecure and uncertain each of them were. Although it would’ve been easy, as a reader observing from an outside perspective, to hate Ally, Elody and especially Lindsay, it was hard to do so because I was so absorbed in Sam’s mind and her feelings for her three best friends seemed to stem from such a genuine place. I should explain – while I am absolutely not the type of person who could be best friends with a girl like Lindsay who would spread rumours about other students and ridicule them to the point of dangerous consequences, I somewhat began to understand why Sam was so close to her and loved her so dearly. Many of Lindsay’s actions are disgusting and reprehensible, but we are also given these wonderful descriptions of the moments when her and Sam are bonding like two average 17 year old girls, and it’s almost heartbreaking because it’s impossible to blame Sam for loving her best friend. She has grown up with her, and although she realizes throughout her journey in the novel that Lindsay is flawed beyond measure, she still can’t shake this connection to her. It’s sad in so many ways, but it’s also uplifting to watch Sam try to help Lindsay become a better person. I wish Sam had done more of that in the novel, but I also enjoyed watching Sam rediscover herself, and I don’t think I would change the moments of Sam’s internal healing for more moments of her with her friends in the end.

The main reason I picked up Before I Fall is that I saw the trailer for the soon to be released movie adaptation. It reminded me in many ways, probably due to the premise, of the film If I Stay, based on the novel of the same name. I didn’t get a chance to read If I Stay before seeing the movie, which I enjoyed very much, and I didn’t want to miss out on reading Before I Fall. When I found the book in the 40% Off Bestsellers section at my local supermarket, I mean, I couldn’t resist. I am very happy that I picked it up because I believe it is a book that undoubtedly needs to be read by as many young adults as possible. Hopefully more people who have read it, and those who see the movie, will spread the word because the approach Oliver takes to tackling the subject of bullying is extremely valuable in our day and age. There are far too many teenagers out there who are lost and crippled by self-consciousness and anxiety, and Oliver’s novel not only offers glimpses into the lives of these individuals, but also delves deeply into the thought process of the people who ostracize them. It really made me sick in many parts to read what Sam and her friends do to their fellow students, and it quite frankly shocked me to think that these are things that happen in schools everywhere. It’s simply revolting and it needs to stop, and I think that literature has the capacity to change society if enough people pay attention to and learn from it. There is much to be learned from Before I Fall and I would maybe even go so far as to say that it should be included as mandatory reading in grade 9 English classes.

The best word to describe Before I Fall, I think, would be haunting. It really does get under your skin, and you start to feel for the characters in ways you never expected. I highly recommend it to any young adults, and to parents of young adults, for that matter – there is so much to learn from the story!

❥❥❥❥ (out of 5)

JNG

Girl with a Green Heart

my green heart

Always – #JNGReads

I won’t be uploading a full post this week, for several reasons, but I did finish a book today and wanted to let you all quickly know what I thought of it. Here is the mini-review I wrote for Always by Sarah Jio on Goodreads

I was originally intending on writing a detailed review of this book, but I’m honestly a little confused by it (particularly the incredibly rushed ending), and I didn’t want to put something needlessly negative into the world. It just wasn’t my cup of tea, and although I had high hopes for it, it didn’t become a favourite. Rather than going into detail about why that’s the case though, I thought I’d focus on the positive, and leave my one favourite passage from the novel here instead…

“And then you meet someone who is different than your ex in almost every way, and you wonder if you can do it. You wonder if you can love the way you did so long ago. You’re not sure, but you try, and when you do, when you force yourself to go through the motions, you realize that your heart – asleep for so long – is groggily waking up, like a bear fresh out of hibernation. You’re alternately hungry and grumpy, disoriented, a bit lost. It surprises you when you feel the spark again. And though it might not burn as hot as it did so many years ago, as it did with the man who loved you when you were wide-eyed and twenty-five, it burns steadily now. It keeps you warm. And one day you start seeing rainbows again. One shines out your window at work. Another when you emerge from the grocery store. A double one fills up the entire sky when you’re having a glass of wine after a long day at the office. And that’s when you realize that your heart, beleaguered, weighed down with baggage of all kinds, is ready to try again. And so you do.”

Although the ending of the novel seemed to contradict and belittle this passage entirely, this one particular idea was very moving to me.

JNG

Girl with a Green Heart

my green heart

Forever, Interrupted – #JNGReads

“I was waiting for someone that would sweep me off my feet and would be swept up by me in equal parts.”

This book, Forever, Interrupted by Taylor Jenkins Reid, has swept me off my feet. This is probably one of the best books I’ve read recently. I’ve become increasingly critical of books lately, most likely because I’m plowing through my To-Read List a lot quicker than usual (due in large part to daily lunch breaks at the Starbucks by my work, with my green tea and my novel), and I am becoming more and more frustrated by books that waste my time by not being unique or special enough. There are probably many critical things I could say about Forever, Interrupted, but I’m going to try to steer away from that as much as I can in this review. This is an emotional, heartbreaking and painful story, and I feel that it deserves to be treated with feeling, rather than picked apart for literary prowess. There are issues with the telling of the story, no doubt, and it isn’t exactly a masterpiece in the way that a Dickens novel is, but it is extremely touching and affective, and those are the sorts of books that I always can’t get out of my head.

This is the second book that I can remember making me cry on the bus. This slightly embarrassing event first happened to me last April when I read Ali Harris’ moving novel The First Last Kiss (which I highly recommend to anyone who enjoyed Forever, Interrupted or is in the mood for a deeper and harder hitting romance read). Reid had me in tears, just as Harris did, and to be honest, I spent about 90% of my time reading Forever, Interrupted with a lump in my throat. It’s important to explain a bit about the premise of the novel in order for you to understand why I was so overcome and overwhelmed by it: the novel tells the story of Elsie and Ben, a married couple who fall in love very quickly. Within only six months of knowing each other, they have moved in together and are married. It is then that tragedy strikes: Ben is hit by a truck while riding his bicycle, and he dies only a week and a half after eloping with Elsie. The novel portrays Elsie’s shock and grief, but interweaves this “present” narration with a look back at her relationship with Ben. Most of the chapters oscillate back and forth between showing us Elsie in her current moments of grief and mourning, and then filling us in on her love story with Ben. In that way, we get to witness all of the cute and endearing moments between them throughout the entire novel, rather than chronologically, a style which offers a brief respite from Elsie’s torturing sadness.

I don’t know many people who could read this sort of book without crying. Having said that, I don’t know many people who would read this novel when they are 10 months away from getting married themselves, like I did. What possessed me to buy and read this book at a time when I am engaged and planning my own wedding, I will never know, but being able to somewhat relate to, or at least vividly envision, Elsie’s role as a new bride made her loss that much more heart wrenching. I’m surprised I didn’t throw this book at the wall a few times because there were moments when I certainly wanted to get as far away from it as possible.   That is how powerful the articulation of Elsie’s grief is, it hits you right to the core and leaves you winded and breathless.

Reid writes grief well, which is something I knew going into Forever, Interrupted (in truth, I was expecting to be wrecked by it). I read another of Reid’s novels, One True Loves, recently, and it also deals with grief in a way that is very raw and honest. Forever, Interrupted offers everything I felt One True Loves lacked though, because it focused at great length on Elsie and Ben’s connection and affection, and allowed the reader to fully understand just how attached Elsie was to Ben and just how empty her life feels without him. We get right down into the nitty gritty of their relationship, and that makes it even more terrible when we must witness Elsie trying to pick herself up off the ground and create a life without Ben. This isn’t a book for the weak-hearted.

Probably my biggest qualm with Forever, Interrupted is an issue I have with Reid’s writing in general: she tells too much and doesn’t show enough. By this I mean that she chooses to have her characters tell the reader how they are feeling, rather than letting the reader figure out what emotions they may be experiencing by witnessing their actions and decisions. I think this is down to the fact that the three novels I’ve read by Reid are all written in the first person; part of me thinks that if she expanded into third person narration, it would leave her more room to experiment and would allow her to let the actions of her characters speak for themselves. Having said that, I think Reid knows that the stories she creates need, to a certain extent, to be written in first person for the reader to truly feel them. Sometimes telling in a story works, and Reid seems to have mastered those moments where telling a reader something is more effective (and affective) than letting them figure it out for themselves. A good example is when Elsie states (in her internal monologue), “I find myself jealous of the dirt that will get to spend so many years close to Ben’s body”. That simple sentence nearly destroyed me, and it’s a sentiment that it would be hard for a reader to pick up on or envision without Elsie telling us. There were several moments like this during the points of Elsie’s grief in the novel, and at those times, I was very grateful that the novel was written in first person, even if it simplified things a touch.

Forever, Interrupted is most unique in its discussion of what exactly love is. Elsie and Ben know each other for only six months, as I said, and yet they feel instantly that they are soul mates. Although Elsie meets, loves and loses Ben all within the span of less than one year, her grief is strong, crushing and all-encompassing. She finds herself, though, in the position of having to justify her love for her husband several times throughout the novel, because many people assume that not knowing Ben for very long means that she can’t possibly miss him that much. Reid, through Elsie, expertly tackles this idea of whether loving someone longer makes it harder to lose them, and I am very happy with the conclusions Elsie reaches on this point. I am a big believer in the power of True Love, in all its forms, and I have never been one to think that it is possible to rush or slow down love. Love is an emotion that takes its own course: for some, it takes years and years to work up to it, while for others, it happens in just one look. Regardless, where True Love is felt, it is felt, and so it cannot be easily dismissed, whether it lasted for days or decades. I appreciate that Reid asserted the validity of all sorts of love and relationships, and I think the greatest lesson that can be taken from Forever, Interrupted is that love is love, no matter who it is between, how long it lasts or what anyone outside the relationship thinks of it.

I highly recommend this novel…but have tissues at the ready!

❥❥❥❥ (out of 5)

JNG

Girl with a Green Heart

my green heart

That Summer — #JNGReads

That Summer by Lauren Willig is a book I thoroughly enjoyed until I started thinking about it too much.

I really wanted to love this novel because it felt like the perfect story to delve into during a cold winter month. In many ways it was, as it took place almost entirely in the English countryside, with at least half of the story occurring during the rich and opulent Victorian era. The notion of a 30-something protagonist travelling to England to investigate the house she inherited from a long lost aunt immediately grabbed my attention. The structure of the novel reminded me very much of historical fiction stories I’ve read in the past, such as Anne Fortier’s Juliet, with one chapter recounting the modern day life of Julia and the next detailing the life of her Victorian ancestor, Imogen. Unfortunately, I remember loving Fortier’s Juliet when I read it a few years ago, and although this made me very confident that I would love That Summer, it just didn’t grab or touch me as much as all the other things I’ve read recently.

That Summer could’ve been an incredible story if it wasn’t so simple. It was almost 350 pages, and so I think there was ample space for Willig to explore certain topics and plot points in more detail. Instead, she gestures towards certain characters and their emotions rather than delving deeply into them. Despite the fact that Julia is arguably the focal point of the entire plot, her emotions are very poorly developed. Julia’s struggles with her mother’s death when she was only a child are inconsistent, as she waivers between wanting to ignore memories of her mother and wanting to invite them into her consciousness within the same paragraph or even sentence. Her revelations about her mother at the end and her desire to learn more about her are never fully explored in any way before the conclusion, and her unhappiness and discontent with her work in the financial industry and her desire to go back to art school are repeatedly mentioned but are never fleshed out. Willig alludes to issues that Julia faces, but rather than tackling them and forcing her character to reside in them, she tells the reader that Julia feels certain emotions, and then updates them later that her feelings have changed. Julia decides she ultimately might want to go back to art school, Willig tells us, but then we never hear any more about why her passion for art has been reignited. It’s fair to assume it’s because she’s discovered a Pre-Raphaelite painting in her aunt’s house, but although Julia takes an interest in researching the painting, the reader gets no internal monologue that would let us know what’s going on in her mind during her investigations, and Willig doesn’t show us any evolution in Julia’s approach to life or any revelation about her lifestyle. Instead, we are expected to accept what we are told and move on. The same approach is taken to Julia’s reluctance to build close relationships. She doubts the integrity of the antiques dealer, Nick, she meets for most of the novel, even when he becomes a possible love interest, and she mentions that both her stepmother Helen and her best friend Lexie (both characters who are mentioned by name but who we rarely, if ever, experience interacting with Julia) have alerted her to her trust issues, but we never learn what is going on within her to make her react this way. Again, it is fair to assume that it’s because of her mother’s death, but instead of showing this to us subtly and letting us feel Julia’s reluctance and distrust with her, we are summarily told that the childhood loss of her parent might have affected Julia’s current approach to relationships. For example, we are told on page 296 (too close to the end of the story if you ask me!) that Julia stayed friends with her exes because she never let them too close – but why did we need to be told that? Why not allude to this sort of behaviour through Julia’s actions, instead of mentioning something like that so randomly at the end of the novel? We could’ve seen this sort of tendency in Julia’s actions, if only Willig focused more on presenting them rather than summarizing facts about Julia that Willig seemed to hope would add up to who she is. Eventually Julia decides to give Nick and romance a chance, but we don’t ever find out why she’s had a change of heart. The mention of Nick’s backstory seems totally halfhearted, and while it is used as an excuse for Julia’s doubts about him, his past is never fully explored and so the reader is left wondering why Julia has an issue with it to begin with.

There are also a number of characters that are totally unnecessary, in my opinion. I’ve already mentioned Helen and Lexie, who Julia refers to but never elaborates on, but there are several other characters that barely appear in the novel and seem to just take up unneeded space. Julia’s cousin Natalie is a prime example: she is present for much of the first part of the novel, but then she falls off the face of the Earth toward the end and she seems to be used more as a stereotypical mean girl employed to frustrate Julia more than anything else. Don’t even get me started on Natalie’s brother who appears only in one chapter of the novel. He doesn’t do anything substantial and I truly have no idea why he was even included! The same is true of Natalie’s mother Caroline – it is almost as though Willig added these characters to make her story more rich and complex, but really, they succeeded in doing just the opposite.

Another thing that really irked me about this novel was all the spelling and grammatical errors in it. They seriously impeded the reading experience. I can’t really blame this on Willig because her editor should take more of the responsibility, but it was just totally absurd to me that some of these mistakes were made. The most glaring ones were when Willig employed the wrong pronoun and put “he” and “her” together in the same sentence. I don’t have an exact example from the text because I wasn’t able to go back and find any, but each error was something along the lines of “he held the book within her hands”. Moreover, there were multiple instances of duplicated words in sentences and phrases like “Julia hauled herself into the one of the high…” really stopped my reading flow short. It was a real shame that Willig’s story was marred by these easily avoidable errors.

The only thing I really enjoyed about this story was Imogen’s plot line. I am very fond of Victorian stories in general, and Imogen’s life was exceedingly more interesting and endearing than Julia’s. Her interiority was also much stronger and I felt that she was altogether more fleshed out and realistic. The loveliest moment of the entire novel for me was one toward the end when Imogen sees Gavin for the last time. Without giving too much away, Gavin arrives to take Imogen away from her torturous life, and it is a quiet moment that is very well painted and beautiful. This translates into a charming scene in which Julia is standing outside the summerhouse at Herne Hill and seems to see Gavin, who is firmly in Imogen’s Victorian story and not in the modern day. These moments really did touch me – I only wish the novel had been full of more of them!

This is a hard novel for me to rate. I did enjoy the process of reading it, and as I said, I only noticed its flaws when I would set it down. Once I thought about it more though, I became so horribly frustrated with it! I would sort of compare my time reading it to sitting at home on a Saturday night watching Under the Tuscan Sun on TV. It was a fun experience, not groundbreaking or earthshattering, but pleasant enough. I only wish my experience had stopped there, at that superficial level, and that I hadn’t felt inclined to think so much about the details that were annoying and not properly fleshed out. Unfortunately, the English student in me prevailed this time!

❥❥ (out of 5)

JNG

Girl with a Green Heart

my green heart

Gillespie and I ~ Close Readings — #JNGReads

As I mentioned in both of my blog posts from last weekend (you can read them here and here), the end of 2016 sort of got away from me.  Although I spent the week before Christmas curled up at home or at the Starbucks across the street from my house, reading my current novel with ardor and interest, once Christmas hit, I was absorbed in family activities and spending time with SS, and I didn’t have much time to devote to my book.  I’m back at work now, though, and while that is depressing in many ways, it means that I will be getting back to my daily lunch breaks spent with my current read in the Starbucks just steps away from my office building.  (Needless to say, green tea is becoming a bit of an obsession for me!)

What is that current read? you may wonder.  Well, if you follow along with me on Goodreads, you’ll know that after reading a fun but surprisingly poignant novel Christmas at Tiffany’s, I delved right into a darker and more complex dramatic narrative.  I picked up the novel Gillespie and I by Jane Harris at the exact same time that I bought Christmas at Tiffany’s and I have been eager to read it ever since.  The synopsis on the back cover of the book was what intrigued me: it is clear from just the short description that the novel will be a mysterious, psychological thriller set in the Victorian era.  I had no idea just how interesting and engrossing the story would be, however, and I have been thoroughly taken in by the tale, and more specifically by the surprising narrator, Harriet Baxter.  Harriet is a surprising character because I thought I had her all figured out, only to realise that she is perhaps a bit more sinister and less innocent than I expected.

Some context is required, I suppose, to explain what this blog post is going to be all about.  In Gillespie and I, Harriet Baxter tells the story of her relationship with the Gillespie family, specifically with the artist Ned Gillespie, his wife Annie and their two daughters, Sibyl and Rose.  For the first half of the novel, things are relatively pleasant and simple enough, as the reader hears about Harriet’s interactions with the family, told from her vantage point years later, as an old woman.  Then, almost all of a sudden, little hints are dropped by Harriet that there is a greater purpose to the telling of her tale, and when Rose goes missing, it becomes clear that Harriet is recounting the story in order to get out her version of the events that transpired.  Here, the plot becomes very interesting, as the reader begins to suspect, for reasons both stated and implied, that Harriet may’ve had a hand in the kidnapping of young Rose.  When Harriet is arrested and put on trial, she continues to assert her innocence, but the reader is still nagged by the sense that something is just not right.

I am currently at the part in the novel when Harriet is on trial for Rose’s abduction.  Although she is adamant that she was wrongfully accused, I don’t know what the actual conclusion or verdict is just yet, so I feel like I have put on my own detective hat and am trying to piece together what role Harriet might’ve had in the crime.  For that reason, I am on high alert, and my reading of her narrative has become quite suspicious.  She is the very definition of an unreliable narrator, and what is most fascinating about an otherwise mundane story is that there is this added layer of unease and uncertainty.  As a result, I’ve decided to provide you with a few choice passages from the novel in today’s post.  I will do a short close reading of each of these passages to portray to you exactly the sense of mystery and skepticism that surrounds Harriet as a narrator.  I’ve missed doing close readings since my university days, and Gillespie and I is a perfect source of inspiration for this sort of literary investigation.  So, here we go…

1) “Under normal circumstances, [Annie] might have left the girls in the care of her maid, but, unfortunately, the Gillespies had been obliged to dismiss Jessie, the previous week.  It so happened that Annie’s Christmas gift from Ned — her silver bar-brooch, with the baroque pearl — had gone amissing.  Annie wore that particular piece of jewellery only on special occasions, and its disappearance might not even have been noticed for a while had I not, one evening, requested another look at it.”

This passage is one that first elicited suspicion and curiosity in me.  It seemed very strange that Harriet should have been the one to draw attention, albeit in an allegedly coincidental manner, to the fact that Annie’s brooch was missing.  Considering that the fact that Jessie no longer works for the Gillespies means that Sibyl and Rose were left to attend to themselves at the time when Rose was kidnapped, it seems far too strange that Harriet would’ve played a part in this whole drama.  Did Harriet ask after the brooch on purpose, knowing that Jessie would be blamed and fired, in order to set the whole crime in motion?  Who knows…but there is at least evidence to suggest that this may be the case.  It is also unsettling just how much Harriet has noted about Annie’s habits, particularly that she only wears the brooch on special occasions, and this gives the sense that Harriet is always hovering, watching and taking stock of the Gillespie family’s routines and activities.  Her descriptions of the family are far too specific to be nonchalant.

2) “One can only imagine how wretched the old lady must have felt: the pangs of dread, churning her stomach; the actual physical ache, in the region of her heart; a tremble in the hands; the bitter taste at the back of her throat; and the ever-present sensation of nausea.  These are the kind of symptoms, I suppose, that must have plagued her.”

How is Harriet able to describe guilt with so much detail?  The very physical, tangible manifestation of this complicated emotion is something Harriet seems to know well.  Although she is not placing herself in the role of the person who should feel guilty, in this instance, she describes the sensations as though she has felt them several times and in such a vivid manner.  Is that not, then, suspicious, considering that she still feigns innocence?  It is especially notable that Harriet uses the phrase “I suppose”, as if to divert the reader from her trail and reassert herself in an innocent light.  Is this believable, though, or is the reader put even more on their guard by Harriet’s anxiety about being guilt-free?

3) “Back in early February, when I had first seen the list of witnesses for the Crown, there were one or two names that I had recognised as persons who might hold slight grudges against me.”

Okay, so what is going on here?!  This woman who we have basically been encouraged to believe, as readers of her personal narrative, has a spotless character, now appears to have a hidden past of some kind.  It is obviously possible that Harriet is entirely innocent in everything and people just wrongfully judge her, but isn’t it hard to believe that sort of thing, given the other hints and clues we’ve collected (for example, in the passages above)?  I should say that these three points in the novel are mere samples of the strange, unsettling moments in this story…and now that I’m looking for them, I seem to find suspicious statements on every page.  Perhaps I am overthinking things, but I feel that this novel is remarkable in that it forces the reader to question absolutely everything.  This is not a comfortable reading experience, by any standards, but it certainly is a compelling one.

So far, I would highly recommend Gillespie and I to those readers who like a jarring and complicated psychological thriller.  I’ll let you all know what I think as I reach the conclusion.

JNG

Girl with a Green Heart

my green heart

One True Loves – #JNGReads

Another read for 2016 (which is rapidly coming to an end) is under my belt. Just a short while ago, I had no idea who Taylor Jenkins Reid was, and now I’ve read two of her novels. The first I encountered was Maybe in Another Life, and I quite enjoyed the concept and structure of that novel, which presented two different possible narratives for the main character, Hannah Martin. Similarly to the popular movie Sliding Doors, the two plots expand out from a single point, one particular decision that Hannah both makes and avoids simultaneously, propelling her parallel lives into two very different directions. While I enjoyed each of the chick lit stories well enough, what I enjoyed more about the novel was the way it investigated the notion of Fate and the possibility of multiple universes. It was a concept that impressed and intrigued me.

One True Loves, my second foray into Jenkins Reid’s catalogue, has a similarly intriguing hook: Emma Blair marries her high school sweetheart Jesse Lerner and begins to build a life with him, when he goes missing on a helicopter trip and is presumed dead. Years later, Emma is in love and engaged to Sam Kemper when Jesse returns, forcing Emma to decide between past and present love. I knew right from reading the description that I would probably enjoy the novel, and when my best friend purchased it, I immediately asked to borrow it after she was finished.

The thing is, as with several of the other novels I’ve finished lately, I didn’t love this book as much as I expected I would. Actually, I should say that I thoroughly enjoyed the middle of the novel, but I wasn’t crazy about the beginning or the end…as weird as that may sound. Let me explain…

The beginning of the novel, in which Emma explains how she met Jesse in high school, felt a bit rushed to me. It was interesting to learn about her relationship with her parents, her struggles in dealing with her older sister, and her antipathy toward the bookstore her parents own, Blair Books, but I struggled to understand why these moments were taking up space in a relatively short novel that was ambitious enough to try to present two love stories. There were some sweet but short moments when Emma described her infatuation with Jesse, and then, all of a sudden, Emma and Jesse are in their twenties, living in California together. This switch blind-sided me. So many moments of their young relationship were completely skipped over, and I understand that Jenkins Reid was trying to cram two love stories into one novel, but I had really hoped to feel more connected to Jesse and to understand why Emma loved him so deeply. I didn’t feel like there was time for me to develop that sort of emotion with such a rushed narration.

In what I would consider the middle of the novel, Jesse goes missing and Emma is plunged into despair and mourning. This was a truly touching and affective portion of the novel, and I felt the anguish and turmoil Emma was experiencing. There were moments that took my breath away and nearly left me in tears, and it reminded me very much of a novel I read recently and grew very fond of, Ali Harris’ The First Last Kiss. Emma’s first person narration really shone in this middle section, and my attachment to her only grew as she began her relationship with Sam and taught herself to love again. The comfortable domestic moments between Sam and Emma were adorable and endearing, and I started to root for them and feel really connected to their relationship. What was missing in the descriptions of Emma and Jesse’s relationship, the little, simple and mundane moments of living together, were explained with great detail during this section and I really began to believe that Sam was the right man for Emma.

Then, Jesse returned, and the conflict ensued, rather later in the novel than I would’ve liked. One particular scene stood out from this latter portion of the novel, though: the one when Sam and Emma are saying their goodbyes, before Emma explores her relationship with Jesse again. Sam’s heartache is palpable and I felt for him so strongly that I was almost heartbroken over Emma’s indecision and confusion. I feel that this scene and the dialogues between Sam and Emma in it were the strongest of the whole novel. I’m sad to say, though, that as Emma begins to revisit her love for Jesse, I became less and less interested in the story. Clearly, I was partial to Sam all along, but it didn’t have anything to do with that – I was more bored by the time Emma and Jesse spent together than anything. When they decided to visit Jesse’s parents’ cottage in Maine, I was excited, thinking that the emotion of their relationship would skyrocket, but for me it, sadly, never did. I never really understood why they loved each other, I felt no chemistry between them and all I really wanted was for Emma to realize she should return to Sam. I didn’t even fully understand why she felt so guilty about her feelings because I didn’t think she ever had any real connection to Jesse anyway. When Emma did eventually return to Sam, the ending was so rushed and wrapped up so neatly in a bow that I felt like I wished the second half of the novel hadn’t happened at all.

I really wanted to LOVE this book, but I just didn’t. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed it and finished it very quickly, but I don’t think it will leave any impression on me. I’ve read a lot of incredible chick lit in my day, and I do appreciate the genre, but this novel was just a bit too bland in the end for me. The concept was spectacular, but I don’t think it was articulated quite as well as it could’ve been, so it remains a pretty average novel for me.

Having said all of this, I’d like to end this review on a slightly more positive note, so I’ll leave you with a passage from the novel that I did enjoy. Of course, it comes from the scene I mentioned earlier, between Sam and Emma…

“When you love someone, it seeps out of everything you do, it bleeds into everything you say, it becomes so ever-present, that eventually it becomes ordinary to hear, no matter how extraordinary it is to feel.”

One True Loves, Taylor Jenkins Reid

Here’s hoping my next read is a bit better than average, because I think I’m in a slump. Suggestions anyone?

❥❥ (out of 5)

JNG

Girl with a Green Heart

my green heart

The Great Book Rescuer Returns

“After only a few minutes I felt I was giving myself to them: like some flower that’s had a dark time growing, opening at last to the sun.”

Havisham, Ronald Frame

Remember a little while ago when I told you all the story of the incident when I rescued a novel from the disorganized and overlooked shelves of my local Dollarama? Well, it seems that my days as the Great Book Rescuer are only beginning. Just a few weeks ago, I was called to rescue yet another novel from a shelf where it might otherwise have been unloved. Here’s the story…

I was walking through the Chapters at the shopping mall close to my home in Whitby with my fiancé SS. I wasn’t expecting to buy a book on that day; we were actually in pursuit of a present for my dear friend CV’s birthday, and one thing I knew I didn’t need was more books! I was sauntering through the Chapters though, with SS in tow, because I normally like parking close to the store so as to at least afford myself the opportunity to smell and be surrounded by the books.

Imagine my surprise when I almost walked right into the bargain table in the middle of the store. With books at such a good price, how could I not pause to take a look? I promised myself that I was only browsing, that maybe I would pick up a novel for CV, but that I would NOT, under any circumstances, take home another large book to sit on my ever-growing To Read pile at home.

But, the title of a particular novel caught me in its grasp: Havisham. If you’re a Dickens fan like I am, that name will immediately mean something to you. If you’re a Dickens fan who is also a bride to be, like me, then that name will take on a new meaning to you, one equally fascinating and horrifying. I had to hold the novel in my fingers, read its back cover and investigate why this modern-looking book was so loudly proclaiming the name of one of Dickens’ most famous characters.

I learned that Havisham by Ronald Frame acts as a prequel to Dickens’ much loved novel, Great Expectations. Now, I have to admit that Great Expectations is not my favourite Dickens novel. It is, undoubtedly, extremely popular and with very good reason…it’s similar to Oliver Twist and A Christmas Carol in that it will always be one of the first novels that comes to mind when someone says “Dickens”. I’m more inclined to prefer meatier and more sophisticated novels in Dickens’ career, such as A Tale of Two Cities and (my personal favourite) Our Mutual Friend, but I do have a huge appreciation for Great Expectations as well; and, perhaps more importantly for our purposes today, I have always been at once terrified and intrigued by the character of Miss Havisham introduced in that beloved novel.

Miss Havisham, if you don’t know, is a constant bride. Well, actually, she was never a bride at all…she never ended up marrying the man she loved. Given the apparently heartbreaking and depressing nature of her separation from said fiancé, Miss Havisham decides to embody the role of the bride for the rest of her life, wandering around her impressive home in her wedding dress, walking in circles around the room where her wedding breakfast was to be held, constantly lamenting the loss of a life she never truly lived. This is, evidently, a fearsome image to behold, particularly in a Victorian novel that is already replete with dark imagery and subject matter. I don’t know many people who are comfortable with the idea of Miss Havisham, and as a future bride myself, the notion of this jilted woman wandering in suspended bridal reality for all eternity is quite unsettling.

So, how could I turn away from a novel that promised to investigate the life of Catherine Havisham before her devastation? I just couldn’t. And, to make my choice even easier, Frame’s novel was on sale at this specific Chapters for only $2. For less than the cost of a Starbucks latte, I could take home and properly love and idolize a novel based on one of the greatest literary masterpieces of all time. It was a no brainer. I had to rescue the book from its solitary existence; I had to bring it home and give it a more fulfilling life on a shelf beside its original source of inspiration.

I embraced my role as the Great Book Rescuer and scooped up Havisham, carrying it to my bedroom with pride and excitement. It took me another week or so to begin reading it, and I didn’t know what to expect at all. The whole experience of finding the novel was surprising enough, but imagine how thrilled I was when I became thoroughly engrossed in it, loving every chapter and eagerly flipping each page. While the story is familiar in that most of us know what’s going to happen to Miss Havisham in the end, I’ve been so totally interested in learning about her upbringing, her childhood, and the events that led her to the man that left her at the altar. It has been a truly entertaining reading experience so far (I’m very close to finishing the novel), and, from what I can tell at the moment, this is definitely a novel I would recommend to fans of Great Expectations.

Moreover, probably the part I like best about Frame’s novel is how it is written. Frame really has a way with words and he creates images and scenes so beautifully. I’ve been taken by many of the passages in the novel, and several of the lines have stuck with me. I’ll leave you now with a few of my favourites. I’ll be sure to update you all on how I like the conclusion of the novel once I get to it!

“‘Suffering and courageous women who deserve their own immortality.’”

“Everything, finally, had been play, which seemed to me not enough for life.”

“Experience can never be undone, or knowledge unlearned.”

“‘Somewhere else. Somewhere that’s just our own.’”

Havisham, Ronald Frame

my-second-engagement-ring

To make matters even better, my new read reminded me of an old and beloved friend.

JNG

Girl with a Green Heart

my green heart

my green heart