Some times you just fine yourself reading the wrong book at the wrong time. A funny book in the quiet car on the train. A heavy dramatic book on the beach. And there are some times when you’re into a book and then things happen that make it a bad fit.
Last Sunday I picked up Plainsong to read. It seemed to have a lot of potential – awards and a recommendation from someone who had read it with her book group. I took it with me last Monday on my mini road trip and read it at lunch. I was about 40 pages in – it hadn’t caught my imagination yet, but it was quite good.
Then the events of Boston last week started to unfold and I started to unravel. I should have put down the book and found something light or non-fiction to read for the week. Instead, I kept ploughing ahead with an emotional novel. As a result I never really felt like I connected with the novel. I just couldn’t afford to get wrapped up with the drama in the characters’ lives. Didn’t they know there was enough drama in the real world?
This book reads almost like a series of entwined short stories. None of them really stand on their own as a great work. Together they felt like the author was trying for a Gilead-type vibe. I didn’t feel it quite got there, but it was a gentle novel.
I’m not sure I would highly recommend this book. I don’t think my experience of reading it gave it a fair shot. Has anyone else read it and had a better experience?
Next book? Bossypants. What I probably should have read last week!