Review by BookReview.com:
"A Whisper of Smoke" by Angela Hoke is ... an A. If you've already read far too many dysfunctional family [novels], do yourself a favor and read just one more. First person narrations are difficult to pull off; just how much time do you want to spend in someone's head? But Hoke is a terrific writer. Here she sets the scene where [16] year-old Susanna's dearest friend and greatest love, Calvin, arrives at a party with "his (gag) girlfriend."
" When I first saw her, the girl had been holding Calvin's hand in both of hers (an awkward grasp given that she was standing just behind him to one side), but Calvin had needed his hand to describe whatever it was he was talking about. When he let her hand go, it was clearly unconscious, but it eft her looking lost. Like a pathetic little puppet, her head imperceptibly bobbed as she seemed transfixed on the position of his hands. And her hand twitched as though it wanted to snatch his flying one out of the air and calm it back down into submission."
Susanna's friend Shelly catches her eye, smiling widely. "I rolled my eyes and then rubbed my nose with my middle finger, clandestinely flipping her the bird."
That's the Susanna we love, because (here it comes, the age-old cliché but it's true) Hoke shows us what's going on and we're right there with her. And what a delightful, foolish, funny, believable girl Susanna is. Her mother is "capricious" to say the least, her father the "one constant," her steady boyfriend's only redeeming characteristic is his less than faithful affection for her, she writes poetry and steadfastly fails algebra, and there is a bad uncle. And there is Viet Nam back in the days before the "volunteer army" so if you can't get a deferment you might as well sign up before they draft you.
This is in many ways a sad story... After a particularly heinous experience, Susanna hardens to her parents who have, although not forgiven, still continued to accept the perpetrator as a member of the family. Hoke wants us to know how Susanna learns to live with all these things, honorably, honestly, kindly, but here the author loses her crisp sense of scene and character and too often tells instead of shows. It takes a comparable experience with someone whom Susanna loves dearly and could never give up, to make her realize the paradoxes in family love. Standing in the kitchen doorway, watching her mother and younger sister baking, Suzanna clears her throat:
" 'Mama,' I said, and she turned to me in surprise. 'Can I help?' I asked, my voice tentative.
And it was a beginning."
Bookreview.com also finds it the perfect ending, but you may not. By all means read "A Whisper of Smoke" and decide for yourself.