i am not sure if this worked in it’s favour or not. i picked this one up on a whim, knowing that it had received great reviews in a few book clubs i know of. a story of survival, the author is now successful and living a life very far removed from that of her childhood. the story is disturbing and uncomfortable.
however, it left me, well, kind of feeling like i do after watching an episode of hoarders – anxious and wishing that someone could have helped these people.
the story chronicles the life of a family led by a dysfunctional mother and father, incredibly destructive to each other and their children…but at the same time unable or unwilling to ever change their situation, due to a mix of the bonds of their childhoods, the ideal of romantic love, personal weakness and the stranglehold of mental illness.
this is not a bad book.
not at all.
i passed it on to someone after me who was simply riveted by the story…and she passed it on to someone who had the same incredulous, affected but positive reaction ( it is a quick read, as it is hard to put down ).
it was on the new york times best seller list for 100 weeks.
there is a movie being made of it by paramount.
the book obviously strikes a chord with many. just not me. i have not really put much thought into why it raised an uncomfortable shift in me as opposed to an empathetic hope for the family…perhaps i am jaded by too much reality everything these days.
if you read this and had a different reaction, can you share?