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This was the book I picked up in the middle of Fahrenheit 451 and then didn't put it down because it felt like one of those books that if I stopped, I wouldn't pick up again or by the time I did pick it up again, I'd have to skim through the beginning to pick up all the threads.
In the middle of reading the book I wrote down that it mostly made me want to pick up As I Lay Dying Again because it had the distant mother trope and I preferred it with Addie than Norah in this book. So this book isn't that memorable for me and I only picked it up over some years ago because it was less than a dollar and it played with time (something which came to annoy me more than I thought it would) and it had multiple pov because that is something I'm interested in.
Mostly this book was about what makes us turn out the way we do, and are certain things predetermined. It dealt with feeling trapped in a life that is usually of our own design. How did the connections between blood affect things? Did they have any sway on our lives? Those are questions that I really enjoy seeing explored in fiction.
Just this novel felt like I was reading it through a haze of vaseline over the pages, making everything ill-defined and a dream like quality. The prose was easy and flowing so it was not a task at all to read, but also, there wasn't many moments that made me pause and dwell on what I had just read. One thing that kept on running through my head was the quiet tragedy found in living.
One quibble I had was the kids felt oddly written in this book. Another issue I had was that all the time hopping felt borderline unnecessary.
In the middle of reading the book I wrote down that it mostly made me want to pick up As I Lay Dying Again because it had the distant mother trope and I preferred it with Addie than Norah in this book. So this book isn't that memorable for me and I only picked it up over some years ago because it was less than a dollar and it played with time (something which came to annoy me more than I thought it would) and it had multiple pov because that is something I'm interested in.
Mostly this book was about what makes us turn out the way we do, and are certain things predetermined. It dealt with feeling trapped in a life that is usually of our own design. How did the connections between blood affect things? Did they have any sway on our lives? Those are questions that I really enjoy seeing explored in fiction.
Just this novel felt like I was reading it through a haze of vaseline over the pages, making everything ill-defined and a dream like quality. The prose was easy and flowing so it was not a task at all to read, but also, there wasn't many moments that made me pause and dwell on what I had just read. One thing that kept on running through my head was the quiet tragedy found in living.
One quibble I had was the kids felt oddly written in this book. Another issue I had was that all the time hopping felt borderline unnecessary.
