Going hiking ... will gather my thoughts ... and return to review soon.
But yikes.... I lost HOURS of sleep / will need to nap later!
I’m back!!! Incredible thought provoking moving affecting read!
Penetrating—Razor sharp—Disturbing—Edgy—Repressive—Terrifying—Scintillating.....transformative.....and painful depths of sadness that scratches continuously at your emotions.....*Debut*.
From the first page- to the last- ( crazy-addicting towards the end)....I couldn’t put this book down. I lost hours of sleep last night — it was worth it.
If this is the new ‘it’.....BUZZ book .....during the 2020/coronavirus year....I AGREE!
Lacey May had just turned fourteen years of age. She was still a board-chested child in the eyes of God and Pastor Vern, and so she prayed day and night for her blood to come—to flood the bed she shared with her mother.
Lacey May’s mother had “an assignment” ....( so much mystery as to what that assignment was: her mother didn’t tell her what it was)....but Lacey May’s two best friends, Denay and Taffy had their blood months before Lacy May did. They smiled and walked proud to church. Lacey May wanted to be part of the club....so she told Pastor Vern - the secret her mother had wanted her to keep..
Lacey May desperately wanted to be recognized for her faith. She wanted to be obedient in the eyes of God. She knew she was never to have ill feelings toward the church or of Pastor Vern. ( who likened himself to Jesus as an equal or even superior to him).
Vern had shown their town, ‘Peaches’, ( a fictional town outside of Fresno, California), what he could do- what his power could do....where drought was of serious concern in their little county—population
1,008, barely 3.2. Square miles in size—Vern summoned something from nothing....rain had finally flooded the streets....”no one was ever the same after that”.
Lacey May, also knew Pastor Vern was captivated by her mother, Louise’s beauty.
Lacey May wanted to be ‘captivated’ in the eyes of Pastor Vern. She was curious - she wanted “an assignment”, too.
While reading this book — I thought about the many young daughters - around the world - who ( when coming of age), often - even without consciously being aware - compared, competed, desired, to be like their mothers- or to be better then them. Many years of mis-understandings- assumptions - partial truths - between daughters and their mothers.
Daughters test their mothers- tested what separated them from the greater world’s messages ( but with limited eyes - with naivety- not a full plate of truth). It’s as if the mystery of life itself leads to the possibility of a dangerous unknown path.
It was so easy to see the inner voice of Lacey May. She was just beginning - ( while looking back at her childhood)> all of only fourteen years behind her - to draw conclusions about her mother. I wondered if Lacy May’s views of her mother were going to help her grow into an independent strong young adult - or - would she be damaged by them.
“And who is my mother then?
She was a day late and a dollar short, a water bottle of gin in her purse, in her glove box, a waitressing job at the Grape Tray, and one lousy boyfriend after another who sat potbellied and spread-legged in our kitchen, yellowed fingers ashing cigarettes and two chili cans”. ”And me?”
“I was only her bastard daughter, unsaved and seven years old, daddyless and dirt-kneed, whole mind a sin plain, my fingers pocketing gumdrops from the candy store, eyes watching cartoons of coyotes dropping anvils on heads. Someone I can hardly remember. But thank the good God, I learned that day, the past was of no matter. The rain soaked my sundress and Vern blessed us out of that life and into another”.
“Vern wanted the women pretty because everything Godsaved was beautiful. He wanted the women pretty maybe, I wondered sometimes but did not say, to attract infidels to the church, to dangle a prize to be awarded on the other side of conversion. Nevertheless, it was some thing of evil to make a man stumble”.
“Women, God created beauty.
Women, lead men not into temptation”.
“But what was my mother to do with your beauty? She couldn’t pray it away. It came up from inside her. It was not just the arrangement of eyes and nose and mouth. It was something unnameable that could not be achieved with make up or manipulation of hairstyle. She had a gap between her front teeth that she considered an imperfection, but it was wet through her beauty over the edge. It drove men crazy”.
“My mother never liked to talk about how she was before transformation. After my father left, her drinking had taken her over like flames through a house. I remember feeling scared for us sometimes, when she drove down the road swerving and breaking late. When she would close her self in our room for days, silent, and I sleep on the couch watching television late into the night, M. A.S.H and I LOVE LUCY. For a while she had a boyfriend who didn’t wear pants around our apartment and I could see his flesh poking out from under his T-shirts. His eyes were always bleary, and he gave me sapphire earrings one night while my mother was passed out. He had pulled me close to him so he could put them on me, only to find I didn’t have pierced ears. He bent me over his lap that night. He pierced them with the dull poke of the earrings themselves while I called out for my mother and she never came. what a pretty little girl I was, he said, when it was over. And now, looking at Pastor Vern, my heart surged with affection thinking of that time, for it was he who had delivered us out of it”.
“The conditions of deliverance were these: one, that my mother never drink again; two, that she remain chaste, a bride to the church”.
“How I wanted to fix it for her. How I wanted the world to be good enough so she wouldn’t have to feel it’s rough edges. If someone could just see her when she was at her best, the way she was in the morning back then, getting ready for the day, dancing and singing, the soft dander of her cheek. The way her neck looked when she tilted it back in the car and sang ‘Great American Cowboy’, along with the Sons of the San Joaquin. I didn’t know what to say to fix it, to make her eyes go clear, to make her steps sure and straight, her breath her own without the bite of alcohol on it”.
“It hurts”.
“Get used to it, she said. Women have a long history of suffering”.
“Her mother was the design of sin: to be the most attractive thing in the room”.
“Vern separated the girls by blood. Girls who had it and were under the marrying age of eighteen were ready for the true mission, and were set apart”.
Lacey May’s desperation and desire for guidance - lead her towards temptation > Pastor Vern.....a cult leader.
Vern promised her, and other young girls salvation, love, and even rain, through secret assignments.
Then...the unthinkable happened : Lacey May’s mother, Louise, ran off with a man....abandoning her daughter.
Lacey - motherless - moves in with her widowed Grandmother, Cherry. ( not exactly a ‘cherry’ supported role model either)....
Grandma Cherry said to Lacey: “A girl Can be fine without a mother”. But Lacey’s body told her that wasn’t true.
Lacey missed her mother desperately.
“My mother had said being pregnant was like an alien takeover. She hated it. The way I had stretched and rolled inside her. She said she imagined snakes fighting in there, and that sometimes all she could do was sleep to keep herself from thinking too hard about it. The fact that soon someone would need need need her. She said the thought of a baby repulsed her, all the crying in the night, all the foolish wanting”.
“But was being needed a bad thing? My disease of loneliness wondered if a baby might just be the cure. For I could not yet fathom all this baby would mean to me, but one thing was now certain: I was no longer alone, and never would be again “.
“Would I be able to mother myself now? Would I no longer need her if I ‘was’ her?”
“At church Vern wore a robe of pewter. There was a
somberness about him, a heft in his usually perked shoulders. But his hair had been freshly curled, the ringlets cinched up closer to his collarbones than usual, and the spray holding them was flecked with glitter”.
“Meekness is valued, ladies, I understand your hesitance, and that’s good, actually, because you won’t be telling anyone about this for a while. For now this is a secret between you and God and your pastor. Think of it as a precious flower pressed in the middle of your Bible, dying.
You wouldn’t want to take it out too soon”.
“A secret. He’d had a secret with my mother, too”.
“In the coming months your bodies will bloom forward and there will be a time of celebration. Be filled with gratitude, ladies. You’ve been Godshot”.
Lacey May wanted to be recognized for her faith. She was obedient. And she wanted to be obedient— but she wondered why God wanted all the girls pregnant?
“Children unite the body”.
Children ensure another generation of soldiers. Parentless children who are tended to and cared for by everyone, who belong to the church itself, are the most useful gems”.
“A boyfriend was trash, however attractive, that would one day have to be taken out. And in the eyes of God a marriage meant a cemented union that no one could come in between. A marriage to a man would take me out of my marriage to the church”.
“A marriage was what I needed”.
“I would not be Godshot. The child would just be a common shame, the result of a sin with an infidel, a couple who were on uncareful but who were doing their best to make things right”.
Resentments, and all that Lacey’s mother had deprived her of, were thoughts that shifted to simply missing her.
Lacey knew that God was bigger than her own understanding, and the thought was a sudden comfort.
If after all her believing years still meant that she didn’t understand God, then that meant there was a life outside of her own, and that there were other things she still didn’t understand, but could come to know if she wanted.
She let the possibility of the world slowly unfurl before her.
“The loneliness of a monster can only become sentimental after it is dead”.
This was such an addictive read - a harrowing look at religion, sexuality, fragility, — and most the vulnerability of women coming of age.
Lacey May was a young girl I rooted for - her observations were judicious - but also understandably conflicted.
It’s not easy to learn about life, love, faith, acceptance, and forgiveness ....and how we each come to strengthen our own beliefs - even in the best of functional loving families - but to have to grow up with such devilishly absurdity as she did....was strange beyond strange...heartbreaking....and repressive.
This book was startling engrossing - suspenseful- conscience-ridden - filled with sublimity and sin.....with a powerful ending that left me tearful but hopeful.
Thank You Netgalley, Catapult Publishing, and Chelsea Bieker ( congrats to Chelsea)....This debut novel should make her an overnight readers-household name.