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Back at it with the book reviews. For a book that I was supposed to review last week, but then YouTube took a hold of me and so I didn’t really create any new blog content. But I cannot put it off for any longer and so here we are.
This is the second book of Fletcher’s that I’ve read this year and as you may or may not have gathered from my previous reviews of her books I still don’t really know where I stand with her as an author.
Let’s just get straight to it.
Olive low key kind of drove me insane because she just came across really judgy a lot of the time. That was kind of all she had as a character. That and doubt. There wasn’t really much depth there. To either her or Oscar to be honest. And it was for that reason that it was really hard to be invested in their relationship at all. It felt a little like they just built up to them having sex and then the ‘relationship’ went tits up.
They had some cute moments don’t get me wrong, but then suddenly I was just supposed to care about them trying to make their relationship work and the fact that Oscar is kind of an idiot and was always going to kiss the one that was throwing herself him and not doing much else. I saw that one coming from a mile off and thought it would kind of maybe lead to something, but no. It did exactly what I thought it would and then didn’t do much else and ultimately I really did not care.
My main issue with this book was fact that the plot to it decided to kick in in the last fifty or so pages just caused me to care even less. I was not invested. It went from 0 to 100 real quick. And what the hell even happened to Doug? It’s like a light (or something) fell on him and then nothing ever really came of it? Also Doug was hardly in it, the impact felt was lacking. Because there was no real motive there…I’m somehow supposed to believe that olive got to know Walter quite well? They hardly spoke.
The other section of this story was better developed. I got an actual sense of who those characters were and I could actually get to grips with the stakes of their relationship. Hamish was a great villain because he was routed in something real and that was easy to get on board with. That whole arc actually felt fleshed out. The fact that Fawn would feel like she was stuck and just needed a way out made sense and it made the ending of her story all the more tragic, even though you know it’s going to happen from the start. You felt her frustration and her anger at being trapped in this place and to be honest you can kind of see why she would view that as her only way out.
What didn’t make sense was how that affected the present. Them all haunting that theatre just kind of made no sense to me. It was never really explained at all. Especially every one outside of Fawn
Did they die there too or…?
I could rather sadly go on with all the things that I wasn’t a huge fan of but I’m gonna cycle around to some positives.
This was actually probably her best written book. I liked her writing style more than I have in the past. I think that’s because it was more of a ghost story than anything else and it felt less far fetched for some reason as a consequence, which I know sounds weird, but there you go.
I guess I should talk about the ending. I mean, it was an ending. It felt weirdly graphic and not at all in keeping with the rest of the book. And also I feel like the impact that would have psychologically on them was immense (can I just say I don’t expect her to address that, because that would make no sense, but that thought did cross my mind as I was reading it, my brain is an odd place to be what can I say). To be honest I felt like it could have kind of ended there. The epilogue didn’t really serve any kind of purpose other than to make it apparent that they stuck it out for the long haul. I mean I could have inferred that…?
I read this book quickly, like I said Fletcher’s writing style is easy to read and has developed over her books, but I couldn’t say I liked it all that much. I didn’t hate it. To be honest it might be my favourite of her’s thus far. But also I’ve come to accept that as much as I want to, I just cannot get on board with her novels. I kinda knew that earlier this year, but this just confirmed it to me. And I’m kinda sad about it. I wanted to love her, but she’s just not my kind of author.
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