I read When God Was A Rabbit four years ago and adored it from start to finish. When an ARC of Winman’s much anticipated second novel turned up at work two days before my holidays – I knew it was meant to be. AYOMW was going to be my holiday read par excellence.
Everything started off so hopefully. The quirkiness I remembered; the lovely writing. I was in the zone to savour every word and nuance.
But slowly something happened…or failed to happen.
I failed to engage with the characters. I failed to feel emotional involved, & by page 163 (when the main characters finally came together), I failed to see the point.
I don’t often write reviews about the books I did not finish or did not enjoy, but occasionally I find it instructive to work out what went wrong.
Was it me? the book? the author? the timing?
In this particular case I started off with extremely high expectations.
The cover treatment for the ARC was superb – inviting and inticing. The little peephole onto the wooden stilt house put me in mind of Vietnam. Even though I knew it was set in the UK, it was just another detail that made this book feel like we were fated to love each other.
I also normally enjoy a story that deals with memory.
The opening quote from T.S. Eliot’s, Little Gidding had me ready to dive headlong into its world of living and dying and the marvellous inbetween…
Due to my recent holiday in Vietnam, I haven’t read many reviews this past week or so, but I did make a point of catching up with Mangoes and Cherry Blossoms new Classics Salon meme.
The idea is to discuss or blog about the classic you are currently reading using the weekly question as a starting point.
I hope to use the meme to kick start my discussion of Germinal for Zoladdiction month along with Fanda et al.