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A funny new novel from international bestselling author Marian Keyes about Irish beautician Stella Sweeney who falls ill, falls in love, then falls into a glamorous new life in New York City. When her dream life is threatened, will she rally to reclaim love and happiness? In her own words, Stella Sweeney is just “an ordinary woman living an ordinary life with her husband and two teenage kids,” working for her sister in their neighborhood beauty salon. Until one day she is struck by a serious illness, landing her in the hospital for months. After recovering, Stella finds out that her neurologist, Dr. Mannix Taylor, has compiled and self-published a memoir about her illness. Her discovery comes when she spots a photo of the finished copy in an American tabloid—and it’s in the hands of the vice president’s wife! As her relationship with Dr. Taylor gets more complicated, Stella struggles to figure out who she was before her illness, who she is now, and who she wants to be while relocating to New York City to pursue a career as a newly minted self-help memoirist. Funny, fast-paced, and honest, Keyes’s latest novel is full of her trademark charm and wisdom and is sure to delight her many fans.
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Marian Keyes has always remained one of my favourite authors, her lovely homely books about big energetic Irish families are always humorous and engaging and have very often had me laughing out loud. I was therefore full of high expectations for her latest novel “The Woman Who Stole My Life”.
From the outset this book was intriguing, we are introduced to our heroine Stella Sweeney, a forty something mum of two who has just returned to Ireland from America where she's gone from being a successful author to a person struggling to manage her teenage son and adjusting back to a smaller less exciting life than that she had in America.
Woven throughout the first part of the book are flashbacks to a few years previously when Stella contacted a potentially fatal disease which left her paralysed and unable to move or speak and stuck in intensive care. These parts of the book chart her growing relationship with her neurologist Mannix who communicates with her in a way only they can manage.
Keyes books have always been full of interesting characters, if I had one criticism of this book it would have been that there were almost too many of them. It's a book of two halves with the first firmly being about Stella's illness intertwined with her present day struggles to settle back into life in Ireland. Just as I'd gotten myself firmly into the setting of this the book seemed to take us somewhere different switching to Stella's time in America following the publication of her book. A different cast was introduced and the story just seemed to shift.
I struggled a little with this disjointed approach and by about 60% of the way through I was struggling a little. I wasn't as invested in Stella as I should have been. I even would go so far as to say I found her a tiny bit annoying. I found her a bit too flaky and I almost stopped rooting for her. When it came to the end of the book I didn't feel I'd gone on enough of a journey with her. I'd started out really feeling sorry for her during her illness but slowly the book meandered through plot twists that didn't engage me enough.
Am I disappointed by this book? If I'm honest, yes a little bit. It just seemed to lack structure. It had bits that didn't seem to add anything to the characters or plot (e.g. the whole project karma thing). It was a nice read with flashes of brilliance but I'd come to expect better from Keyes.
I was very afraid of not enjoying this book, and at about 100 pages read, it seemed sadly likely: characters were annoying or unidimensional, storyline was dramatic, and I couldn't foresee redemption - nor understand what kind of book it was.
Then as the story progressed, some things were confirmed - the fact Ryan was a spineless s.o.b., Gilda was a horrible conniving cow, Karen was a bulldozer, but she was right about Jeffrey deserving a good clout... but, on top of it all, that Mannix indeed was the freaking perfect man. A tad too much, actually. A smart, caring, handsome doctor who never does anything wrong and loves imperfect Stella to the end... but it was impossible not to fall for him.
All in all, I'd rather have it shorter - chick lits don't have to be this long - and fewer, albeit more deeply explored characters. Even Stella was a tad blurry for me: clueless, truly good, the balance is unclear . But it was still good, old Marian Keyes. Mostly.
Wow, I just finished “The Women Who Stole My Life” by Marian Keyes, and I've gotta say, it was a struggle to get through. 500 pages of pure frustration? Check. Boring plot? Double check.
Let's start with the characters - or should I say, the lack of character development. It felt like Keyes had a vague outline and just threw in whatever popped into her head. The result? A repetitive mess with a writing style that left a lot to be desired.
And don't even get me started on the main character. Without giving away spoilers, her decisions were so infuriating that I found myself wanting to throw the book across the room. How many times can you yell “Why?!” at a page before you lose your mind?
The plot conveniences were off the charts. I mean, seriously? How is any of this supposed to make sense? And backstory? What backstory? It's like Keyes forgot that readers might want to know, oh I don't know, why things are happening?
There were a few funny moments sprinkled throughout, but they were so few and far between that they definitely weren't worth slogging through the rest of the book for.
I'm feeling generous, so I'll give it two stars instead of one. There were a couple of redeeming qualities, but they were about as rare as finding a four-leaf clover in a concrete jungle.
In short, unless you're a masochist who enjoys literary torture, you might want to give this one a hard pass.