Rot. I picked this up wanting some easy to read whilst travelling, prompted mostly by my recognition of the author’s name due to her having spoken to a 20th Century Women’s Writing class I took a couple of years back. I couldn’t remember anything she spoke to us about, but surely if she was hauled in to talk to us she must have some merit, I figured. Er… nup. I was after something easy to read, as I mentioned, but, whilst certainly easy to read in terms of its prose style, this was hellish to get through. I complained about how bad it was to the person beside me in the bus through all the second half; she commented to me on a rest stop, as I sat reading furiously, that it looked like I had changed my view of it and was interested, but I just wanted to get the hell through it so I could dump it in the bookshelf of the next backpacker hostel I was staying in and stop having to carry the thing around.
So, really, not recommended.
That said, the premise didn’t interest me at all, even as I bought the book. Maybe if it does you, reading further might be more worthwhile for you than it was for me. I was expecting the writing style or the thought the story inspired to draw my interest into what seemed like a rather mediocre premise, but neither prose nor the ideas communicated through it had any substance. All the way through to the end, I waited. Nothing. Cold, uninteresting and ultimately unbelievable implied author who inspired no feelings in me for either her or her family (whose response to her death are what the book’s primarily about), and a less important parallel storyline having to do with the solution of her murder that you only want to be tied up in the end because it means a nice neat (too neat) closure for everyone and, hence, the end of the book.
Too, did anyone else familiar with the work of singer Dar Williams feel any suspicion that Sebold’s been listening to the song ‘Alleluia’ when she has her narrator in a heaven that includes a school cafeteria? That such a mediocre piece of work should have proceeded from an idea to which the author can’t even lay a claim of originality made the book grate even more on me.
In short: don’t bother.