After reading White Oleander, I was so excited to have the cahnce to read another Janet Fitch book. Unfortunately, disappointment set in quickly after I started reading this book. It drags...and drags...and drags some more. I found myself wishing for something, anything to happen! I was hoping that someone would die in a tragic crash, hoping that a pyscho killer would murder someone, or even hoping for the main character to be abducted by aliens. But, alas, nothing ever happened. What a snoozer...!
I have to say to start with, that I am a fan of Janet Fitch's writing style and the way she incorporates the arts into her novels. White Oleander is by far one of my favorite books and will never leave my collection. I'm also a believer in the notion that if someone writes a spectacular book like the latter, that I won't judge so harshly their next book. Who knows if she has another one of those in her, and maybe she didn't want to go back down the same path she did with White Oleander. Who knows? With that being said, I found the book dragged on with the emotional descriptions and cultural references. It was bleak and there wasn't very much going on. Maybe if she would've went on tour with Meridith or something there would've been more substance. I also started hating her boyfriend because the whole book was basically spent describing him and his many idiosyncrasies. I would've liked to have known more about Josie. I'm probably going to give it a re-read and then post it on here.
This book is written by the same author who wrote White Oleander. The main character is Josie Tyrell. Her boyfriend commits suicide in the beginning of the book, driving to a dessert motel to do so. For the rest of the over 300 pages she is on a quest to try to heal, and maybe put the pieces together about why he did it. I found Michael (the boyfriends) to be a sullen, sour, prissy brat. But I did like the character of Josie. There are some old family secrets uncovered, etc, but it feels like there were so many opportunities for it to get much more exciting. It nver really did. All in all it was a decent book. Just not one I would read again. The last 20 or so pages were downright painful to get through.
I read White Oleander and was excited to find out there was another book out by the same author. The day I got it in the mail, I dove in. I have to say this is the first book I have ever not finished. I made it about 2/3 or so through before I gave up, because I was so bored. I was extremely disappointed. I think I would have considered a book about the life of an earth worm more exciting.