“Outside was the Bean and the Pritzker Pavillion, cold and steely in the snow, the blinking red march of cars down Lake Shore Drive, the gray line of water and then the dark nothingness of Lake Michigan’s horizon. It was hard to believe that this place of culture, of sophistication, of Miro and Matisse, was the same city I’d lived in all my life. Chicago was where I was born and raised, where my parents and grandparents were born and raised, where my great-grandfathers had slaughtered pigs in the stockyards a couple miles to the southwest. This was a city that beat inside me like blood, but in that moment, looking out at the park and the street and the water, I felt like I was seeing it for the first time.”
This was a shameless personal read for me. Because Chicago.
And yes, Chicago is one of the best characters in this book. As is the budget-deprived Catholic school that Wendy Boychuck and her friends attend.
Set against these developed and memorable backdrops are some interesting characters like Wendy’s dad, a disgraced cop, is in prison for torturing suspects. Wendy’s friend group includes Kenzie, a steely bad girl one step away from a residential home, and Wendy’s ex-friend, Alexis, a studious violinist.
As much as I loved the setting and the characters, the plot kind of sat above the story. In other words, for the careful attention to setting and character, I was expecting a much more subtle and open-ended story. Instead, I saw brisk character transformations and sudden flashes of insight that felt unearned.
Could I give this book 20 stars for setting and 3 stars for plot?