I tried to read this book on my Kindle. The story involves women meeting at a grief support group. A much younger woman comes rushing in because she’s psychic. She doesn’t really belong there; she just arrives because voices tell her to go somewhere, and she wanders around until the feeling gets stronger, and she ends up there. Meh. It started to lose me at that point. I set it aside.
Since I’m supposed to read this for a book group, I decided maybe the audiobook would work. I could listen to it while I did other things. That was a mistake. The narrator is a female Mr. Rogers. She reads as if she’s reading to little children, and she drove me insane. I wanted to shake her and tell her to read faster or add some inflection or something. It was bad. I set it aside again.
I eventually picked up my Kindle again and tried for the third time to read it. I discovered it wasn’t the narrator. It’s the book. It doesn’t get better. It just drones on in an overly simplistic manner. It reads like a kid’s book with two-dimensional, boring characters. There’s no depth, and there’s nothing interesting about these people. The main character, Marnie, is grieving because the man she lived with has died. She calls him her fiancé, but they were never going to get married. I’m not sure why she misses this man so much. He sounded like a jerk. Marnie reveals that she fell out of love with him a long time ago.
[Excerpt: “I was living with someone,” Marnie said, sighing. “A man. He was my fiancé, but we never got close to getting married. We probably never would have married, actually,” she said, being truthful. Brian had talked of marriage but never gave her a ring, never even discussed setting a date. Over the years, she found herself falling out of love with him, but she never considered breaking up and moving out, not even once.]
Why the heck did she stay? Where is this woman’s backbone? Her car doesn’t start, and she has no clue what to do. Duh. Call a garage, call 911, walk to a corner store and ask for assistance. Do freaking something; don’t just sit there like a useless lump until the psychic comes along and rescues you. If no one had come, she would’ve sat there until she starved to death. For God’s sake, I hated this character. Marnie is TSTL.
The young girl who is the psychic was a little more interesting, but she is so ridiculously happy, and everything is so wonderful. If I was hearing dead people talking to me all the time, I’m not sure I would be full of sunshine and unicorns and rainbows. Give me a break. She’d be a little edgier, don’t you think? If the author had made her darker, I think I could have gotten into that, but no, Jazzy (her name is Jessica, but she prefers ‘Jazzy’) is so “jazzy”-like. Oh, brother.
I needed stronger characters with more depth and more intelligence. If they’re weak, that’s okay, but give me a reason why they are weak. Marnie is dull, and I don’t care what happens to her or Jazzy or the other two unfortunate characters that go on a mystery road trip with them. DNF at 12%.