:( I feel bad because I'm the first reviewer. I think I saw what the author was going for, and I really wanted him to get there, but it didn't happen.:( I feel bad because I'm the first reviewer. I think I saw what the author was going for, and I really wanted him to get there, but it didn't happen. This book was a decent foundation, but it needed to be taken to the next level. It was a bit disjointed, and I felt some of the characters reactions were really confusing. However, with some more editing and re-writing, there could be something good in there.
Gosh, I feel horrible writing this review, but I felt like I needed to explain the 2 stars....more
I'm sorry to say, and it's probably not true, but the way this was written had me wondering if the author had actually been to Florence....If your ItaI'm sorry to say, and it's probably not true, but the way this was written had me wondering if the author had actually been to Florence....If your Italian is bad, chances are, they will speak to you in English without asking.
I've nothing more to say except it was very disappointing. Even if I did get it for free....more
Allen writes stories that take place in the South. However, it's not Faulkner nor stories about rednecks nor, heaven forbid, Gone With the Wind. Inst Allen writes stories that take place in the South. However, it's not Faulkner nor stories about rednecks nor, heaven forbid, Gone With the Wind. Instead, it's the South I was raised in and still enjoy today.
This novel is no different than the others. She writes about the South, a more magical South than you see in the news (and I do not mean that youtube video on the Creighton Leperchaun). Her South, which I believe is closer to the true South, is full of sweet smells, beautiful trees, classic architecture, old family secrets and legends, old money, those with no money, the best food, and just a pinch of magic. What makes this one even better? The addition of barbecue, that's what!
Here's an excerpt from Allen's site that sums the story up: Emily Benedict came to Mullaby, North Carolina, hoping to solve at least some of the riddles surrounding her mother’s life. But the moment Emily enters the house where her mother grew up and meets the grandfather she never knew, she realizes that mysteries aren’t solved in Mullaby, they’re a way of life: Here are rooms where the wallpaper changes to suit your mood. Unexplained lights skip across the yard at midnight. And a neighbor, Julia Winterson, bakes hope in the form of cakes, offering them to satisfy the town’s sweet tooth—but also in the hope of rekindling a love she fears might be lost forever. Can a hummingbird cake really bring back a lost love? Is there really a ghost dancing in Emily’s backyard? The answers are never what you expect. But in this town of lovable misfits, the unexpected fits right in.
"A dusting of magic, the aroma of sugary cakes swirling through the breeze, and a girl who unwittingly brings change to a town of misfits makes for a sweet summer story filled with hope and forgiveness. The Girl Who Chased the Moon flirts with the supernatural while the light tinkling of a charm bracelet sounds in the night." - Beth Hoffman, author of Saving CeeCee Honeycutt
Plus, did I mention there was barbecue involved?
Okay, now to serious reviewer business. I cannot recommend this to most guys. It's comfy, cozy chick lit. Except, it's better than most chick lit. Better than Nicholas Ruins Endings Sparks. I do not like that man. He ruins endings. Exhibit A) Message in a Bottle.
So, we've established A) I don't like Nicholas Sparks and B) Allen writes mainly for women. However, if you are a guy and like that stuff, far be it from me to judge. I pretty much eat her novels up like...well, barbecue. She has beautiful themes in her stories that all tie together. Her stories are hilarious. It is not classic literature now, but it does tell a good story. Plus, she does not have any writer's quirks that annoy me such as noticeably bad grammar or irritating characters that the reader ought to be sympathetic towards (that was such an awkward sentence). I read that book in one day--during finals. Does that tell you how much I enjoyed it?