I'm not going lie. I wanted to like this book, oh how I wanted to like this book. The Thirteenth Tale has remained a favorite since I first read it in...moreI'm not going lie. I wanted to like this book, oh how I wanted to like this book. The Thirteenth Tale has remained a favorite since I first read it in 2006. I press it into friend's hands when I find out they haven't read it. I hand sell it in bookstores, even though I work for none. I love this book. Naturally when I heard Diane Setterfield was releasing a new book after so many years, I was ecstatic! Then the blurb! I was hooked. I latched onto the first copy I could come across, made a pot of tea, curled up in my favorite chair, and expected to not put the book down until I finished.
And I read. And I read a little more. And I read a little bit more. And when I realized that by halfway through the book, the story was not moving anywhere, I had to set it aside. I had learned a great deal of how fabric mills worked, but I couldn't find that essence of story that I was looking for. I thought perhaps the timing just wasn't right, that in my enthusiasm for the book I rushed too quickly into it.
I've tried on three separate occasions now to pick it back up, and I can't. It does break my heart to right this review, as I think Diane Setterfield is a wildly gifted storyteller, but with this book, I just... I just can't. Will I be there to snatch up her next offering? Absolutely! Bellman and Black just missed the mark for me.(less)