Sometimes you read a book and upon finishing it you squeal a little squeal, cry a little tear, sigh a little sigh, each in complete contentment. ThenSometimes you read a book and upon finishing it you squeal a little squeal, cry a little tear, sigh a little sigh, each in complete contentment. Then immediately you want to read it again. That’s how I felt about The Storm.
It’s the quietly told story of Kenzie Maxwell, a man of nearly 70, thrice-married and kinda of shiftless. He’s had some late success as a writer. But the story is more about the past and his group of loosely related relatives.
Twenty years ago, while working at a shelter for teenagers run by his brother, Kenzie became romantically involved with a 17-year-old girl named Kia. She gets pregnant and has a child, a girl named Gabrielle…called Bree. During the birth, Kia dies.
This scandal forces the brothers apart and Kenzie to leave the city. As so it goes until it comes near Kenzie’s 70th birthday. He’s married now, to wife #3. They live with her adult son on a gated community sort of island off the coast of Florida. Bree, who’s been raised by Kenzie’s sister, has been invited for the occasion. Dalton- the brother, and his stepson, have been summoned to the island by its proprietress…he’s her lawyer. So a family reunion is all but imminent. How will it go off? Dalton’s never harbored any anger or resentment toward Kenzie. Can they be reconciled? Can sense be made of this disjointed family?
This, to me, is what The Wasp Eater tried to be: dreamlike and lucid. Buechner’s style is enveloping and deftly takes you in the heads of each member of this small cast. Much of the book is relating the backstory of the characters, yet it doesn’t have the feel of a history book. It’s distinct, thoughtful and well-crafted, full of emotion and wonder in its own still way. I enjoyed it....more
It’s been a while since I’ve done a review. I was working by way through 1600 pages of Charles Dickens, simul-reading Little Dorrit and Our Mutual FriIt’s been a while since I’ve done a review. I was working by way through 1600 pages of Charles Dickens, simul-reading Little Dorrit and Our Mutual Friend. Not easy. As to this review:
This book is like Must Love Dogs with a side order of telepathy/human-to-animal psychic-ness. After breaking up with her boyfriend, twice-divorced Dawn, begins to think that her new rescue pup is talking to her. Not just him, actually, but all dogs. That freaks her out at first, but then she finds it comforting.
So it meanders along, introducing her Life Coach-to-the-stars sister, serial entrepreneur mother (who never quite succeeded at any of them) and bed-hopping father. Yep, her family’s something of a mess. Without giving away too many plot points, it comes down to her having to chose between her reconciled ex and the other guy, you know, the John Cusack-good guy that she’s supposed to be with.
My opinion is a little tainted. I didn’t like Must Love Dogs. (the two are NOT affiliated) The timeline in Walking in Circles was hard to follow, probably because I think too much. Too many of the numbers…didn’t add up. (pun intended) There was a paragraph she used multiple times, like the quote about Halley’s Comet in Must Love Dogs, that was used one too many times. You have to be careful with quotes. Too many or too often and they lose their punch.
The John Cusack-good guy was endearing as was the wayward co-worker of Dawn’s. I have a way of falling for secondary characters. Dawn herself never quite made the break into her own that she needed. The other characters who dominated who she was got lives of their own that took them away so she was allowed to develop. But she didn’t do the changing herself, she was passive, would leave and let them decide.
The mother and sister make this very eccentric, to little semi-prude me anyway. A decent beach read, quick easy and light. Not high on my list, though....more