Kelsey

I rarely feel sad when a book's over, but I find myself in a funk this morning. I can't put my finger on it, but this book was unlike anything I've ever read. It didn't exactly blow my mind in the way that some books do with the prose, but there was just something about it that made feel so deeply... involved? Which I was surprised to feel, given that it was authored by a middle-aged white guy in the 50s. Normally those don't really do it for me.

I get that it was an "allegory of Genesis" or whatever (I'm due for a reread, I guess, because I think I missed ~90% of the correlations), but even without the biblical parallels (or maybe in spite of them), it was a masterfully written story about just being a human. There are tons of books out there that try and succeed at capturing various facets of our experience, but this is the first one that's ever white-knuckle gripped me like this.

Our culture is so annoyingly polarized into "good" and "bad" or "right" and "wrong" (or "right" and "left" maybe more accurately) these days, and it's easy to forget that there's a little good and a little bad in everyone (unless you're Cathy, I suppose). We're all just trying to figure our shit out and fight our own demons, ya know.

So, thank you, Mr. 50s man (admittedly very famous 50s author man) for the reminder that “thou mayest” choose to be good and kind just as “thou mayest” choose to be a shithead. We are not bound to be one or the other even if the sins of our father are seemingly insurmountable.

Neat read, highly recommend, etc.

Ugh.

Something about this book left me feeling exasperated and depressed each time I put it down. About halfway through, I hated it more than I've ever hated anything. But toward the end, I was starting to feel... at peace? Like I was one with the protagonist? Or, at minimum, like I understood her. But then we get to the last sentence, and it felt like being beat across the head with a large blunt object: “I hadn't learned what I had wanted to about how language worked. I hadn't learned anything at all.”

!!!

You really hate to hear that after 400+ pages exploring language, culture, and education (I guess that's what this book was, anyway... who friggin knows). So, yeah. I audibly laughed when I read the last paragraph.

This one may have simply been over my head. Or maybe it was so deeply IN my head that it ruined my life for the few weeks that I was reading it. Now I have to spend the next hour reading through other reviews so I can try to understand how anyone could possibly enjoy this.

I wish someone had told me this was basically the result of a ChatGPT prompt that goes something like: "Write me an adult novel that mixes A Simple Favor and Gone Girl but also reads like it was written for children. There should be a plot twist at the end, but make sure it's not interesting or creative."

Why they're turning this into a series is beyond me, but I guess that's on par for TV shows these days.

Having never read The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (oops), I probably didn't appreciate this one as much as I could have.

With that being said, I still loved it. (As much as one can love a book so heavily about slavery, anyway...) The dialogue was incredible, the pace of the story was perfect, and the vengeance was just OH so sweet. It may be the first time I've ever internally cheered (and maybe even smiled a little) during an intense murder scene. I need to stew on this one a little longer to fully appreciate the themes and its message and all the reasons that made this book such a success, but for now, I'll suffice it to say: 5 ⭐️

There were parts of this book that deeply annoyed me (I can only tolerate "water-blue" and "deep-red" and "rusty-brown" as descriptors for so long...), but on the whole it had a One Hundred Years of Solitude quality about it that I quite liked.

I'm not sure if I'm just a sucker for the intergenerational story or if this was a genuinely excellent book... I guess either way, I'm a fan.