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321 pages, Paperback
First published April 1, 1997
Honestly, I wanted to like this one SO much but it was terrible.
That's what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.
And the air was full of Thoughts and Things to Say. But at times like these, only the Small Things are ever said. Big Things lurk unsaid inside.That good things become bad, in an instant.
This was the trouble with families. Like invidious doctors, they knew just where it hurt.This book is one of the Important Novels - the ones that get talked about over and over about how Significant and Essential they are for reading...and much like many Important Novels , I just didn't enjoy it.
DISCLAIMER: I'm a huge audiobook fan, so I picked up the audio version. Maybe I shouldn't have?YouTube | Blog | Instagram | Twitter | Facebook | Snapchat @miranda_reads
I kept getting confused (this novel (to me) was difficult to follow via audiobook, even when I repeated the beginning 3xs) so perhaps if I had read it the book would've felt less disjointed and I would have enjoyed it significantly more.
But I'm not feeling up for a reread, so my review will stand as is.
And there it was again. Another religion turned against itself. Another edifice constructed by the human mind, decimated by human nature.It's absurdly hilarious, almost, how many times the book hurls its meaning at you in very discreetly concrete packages. Religion, culture, foreign relations, politics, family, belief, blood, and binding. It would come off as trite and pretentiously overdone, were it not for the systematic destruction of every storytelling methodology usually used to deliver such life lessons. Industrialization, information, travel, passionately, monetarily, and so many other pathways of escape usually offered up on the altar of the 'happy ending', or anything but a 'thoroughly debilitating reality of an ending', and the most popular, love. Love, its How and its How Much. But more important than all that is Growing Up. The Bildungsroman, the promise Time gives to its more helpless constituents. Or at least, a promise humanity likes to think exists.