3.5 stars. This was a solid, enjoyable, book - but I'm surprised at some of the hyperbolic reviews about this. Yes, it was well-written. Yes, it was a moving story. But it wasn't particularly novel or original, some of the characters did fall a bit flat, and I found myself a bit under-whelmed at times.
I agree with other reviewers that this was overly long, and I felt it could/should have ended about 3 times before the final conclusion - although the actual ending was satisfying. Generally, I thought this was excellent. My only reservation was that, while in large part a critique of fatphobia, and the way in which thinness trends operate as a means through which to exercise power over women, I did get the impression at times that the author actually bought into more subtle elements of diet culture. Even after the main character had called out the problem, she still noticed people's weight first, for example, such that even when objecting to it, some degree of objectification of women's bodies continued. In any event, I did think this was very clever, and insightful.
3.75 stars. There are LOTS of books like this out there at the moment, some are better than others. This was one of the better ones, it was nuanced, sensitive, and the character development was good as well. I do feel like this is getting a bit ‘old', and I'm not sure how many more books with almost the exact same story I can read... but I did think this was a good one.
I really struggled with this for the first 50 pages or so, but I'm SO glad I stuck with it. This is definitely Picoult's best work. The links between Shakespeare's famous lines and Emilia's experiences were so cleverly interwoven into the story. The parallels between the modern and the historical not too contrived and (mostly) realistic. And the general message really well conveyed. I thoroughly enjoyed this.
3.75 stars. This book had no story, no direction - it was just a meander driven by the traumatised thoughts of a grieving mother. It had no clear ending. And yet, that is exactly how it should be. It was beautifully written, and I truly appreciated the exploration of the different ways we grieve, and how the loss of a loved one affects all our relationships.
The four stars in no way reflect the level of enjoyment I got from this novel (more like a 2.5). But I appreciated it nonetheless; it was a very powerful and highly accurate depiction of modern Britain, covering all its contradictions. It was an impressive work of social critique, even if it was at times hard to follow, and fairly gruelling.
There were times when I thought this was brilliant; but far more when it angered me so much I wanted to throw it at the wall. Rooney's writing style is extremely annoying. “The apple, she ate” or “Shining, the sun, it was” rather than “She ate the apple” or “The sun was shining”. The lack of basic punctuation was also extremely frustrating. But I found everything that Rooney achieved in Beautiful world where are you, her cutting social commentary, her enlightened view of the world - was entirely reversed and undermined. The women submissive; reduced to being vehicles for male pleasure. The whole Sylvia story-line was just so stupid - what accident could possibly leave you unable to have sex? And in what world is penetrative sex the essence of what it means to be a sexual being, or even alive, as Rooney alludes at one point. I did not like Normal People; I thought Conversations with Friends was just okay, but I was won over by Beautiful World Where are You. Now, however, I feel that books misled me and I am now back to feeling that Rooney is not for me.