*** I voluntarily reviewed this book via Netgalley, I gained no monetary incentives nor was I specifically requested to review the book, these are my honest ramblings and I hope you enjoy reading them - kat***
I have started to read more historical fiction, a genre I haven't read in 15 years or so, and I had started to add one or two to my reading list. But unfortunately this was one of those that missed the mark for me.
The book alternates between two time periods in Lizzie's life, 1940 when Lizzie is in a Lock hospital, a type of hospital type prison for prostitutes suffering from sexually transmitted diseases, and Lizzie's the early life in 20's Brisbane, when our main character Lizzie is living with her father, betting and booze are the main priorities of her dad, and while at the track she meets Joe, who while being handsome, his time in the war means that he has a few flaws. When he asks her to marry her and move to Townsville, Lizzie sees her chance to escape, love can be blind, and when life gets tough, sometimes love isn't enough.
Townsville is not Brisbane, its rough, arid and the poverty is rampant. The pair fall on hard times and when Lizzie is about to be on the streets she decides that working in a brothel is easier than scrubbing floors.
The book is based on fact, but loosely based, and told in a third person POV, and it tells the story - quite abruptly in some instances, and whether this was the reason I found it hard to connect with Lizzie, or because this is a debut novel, I am not sure.
The book gives the reader a look at the struggles women were faced when poverty and the lack of education that leaves little options for earning a wage, society may shun prostitution its been around for centuries, it was interesting to see how these women were treated.
I will say that I think the author could do better with guidance from her editorial team. Some paragraphs held promise, and then it would go back to the abrupt way of describing what was happening - it was as if two people were writing the book.
An example of what I liked: When she brings in a torch, she finds the whole back wall alive with orchids. They seem to lift their faces to the luminescence. Somehow, even after the florist abandoned them, they've kept alive. - this simple description gave my imagination a very good visual image of the abandoned building that Lizzie aquires at the end of the story.
But there was too much of this type of storytelling: At the district court, she's sentenced to a year at the Stewart's Creek Gaol. Thelma gets off because she's deemed too drunk; O'Sullivan found her passed out on Heurand Street. 'On the ground,' the newspaper says.
there was no emotion in the writing and consequently, I had no emotional response to any of the characters, and there were far too many sentences that started with 'She' and 'Her' over 500 in the book!
I stuck at the book because I wanted to know what happened to her, and in the final pages of the book I thought Lizzie was finally going in the right direction, but in the end, it did not give the answers I was hoping for, we do not get an ending, it finishes rather abruptly leaving the reader to interpret their own conclusion. In-fact the end was so abrupt I swiped my kindle screen a few times, then realised that there were no more pages! I do not like this style of ending, to me, it seems a cop-out.
I have thought long and hard about what star rating I would give the book, and I know some people would be perfectly happy with the style of writing, but this is my opinion so I will stick with my gut and give it a low rating.