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simonesbookshelf's review against another edition
dark
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? No
- Loveable characters? No
- Diverse cast of characters? Yes
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
3.0
ellenjanemck's review against another edition
lighthearted
reflective
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? It's complicated
- Loveable characters? It's complicated
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
1.5
alexandra_kat's review against another edition
reflective
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
3.0
I really wanted to like this, but I just didn’t. The Tidal Zone is one of my favourite books, but this is nowhere near as good. Moss writes so beautifully, but the plot just didn’t come together well enough for me
lambsears's review against another edition
4.0
This fairly short read is masterfully written, with evocative prose that makes the oppressive weather another character in the tale.
Set during one rainy day by a Scottish loch during holidays, the tension is gradually increased as we glimpse a part of each visitor's day.
A great read and wonderful writing.
Set during one rainy day by a Scottish loch during holidays, the tension is gradually increased as we glimpse a part of each visitor's day.
A great read and wonderful writing.
kimmeyer's review against another edition
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? No
3.25
jerushae's review against another edition
A series of short stories with sparse overlap until the end when everyone comes together in tragedy.
Enjoyed the writing and would read more by this author.
Enjoyed the writing and would read more by this author.
melvinc's review against another edition
reflective
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
3.25
I like boring books but I found this one a bit too boring. The characters are good and feel realistic as do the situations and tensions which arise though.
gintare_si's review against another edition
4.0
Dawn. There's no sunrise, no birdsong.
Light seeps over the water, through the branches. The sky is lying on the loch, filling the trees, heavy in the spaces between the pine needles, settling between blades of grass and mottling the pebbles on the beach. Although there's no distance between cloud and land, nowhere for rain to fall, it is raining the sounds of water on leaves and bark, on roofs and stones, windows and cars, become as constant as the sounds of blood and air in your own body.
You would notice soon enough if it stopped.
The beginning was the best part. Then I was moving forward looking for more of the same, but did not find it. However, it was a good read.
In preparation to read My Good Bright Woolf, an arc of a memoir, I read Summerwater on the longest days of the year, as it felt just right and seemed to about coincide with time of the narrative; though the weather and place, which play a very important role in the book, could not differ more - a heatwave in London while reading, and cold torrential neverending rain near a loch in Scotland, a true holiday where it's not, versus the one where different narrators feel stuck in what doesn't seem like a holiday at all, where it's supposed to be; and for short periods of time we are stuck in their heads: from children to old folk - reminiscing, contemplating, feeling, just living, here and now, for now, and then...
Light seeps over the water, through the branches. The sky is lying on the loch, filling the trees, heavy in the spaces between the pine needles, settling between blades of grass and mottling the pebbles on the beach. Although there's no distance between cloud and land, nowhere for rain to fall, it is raining the sounds of water on leaves and bark, on roofs and stones, windows and cars, become as constant as the sounds of blood and air in your own body.
You would notice soon enough if it stopped.
The beginning was the best part. Then I was moving forward looking for more of the same, but did not find it. However, it was a good read.
In preparation to read My Good Bright Woolf, an arc of a memoir, I read Summerwater on the longest days of the year, as it felt just right and seemed to about coincide with time of the narrative; though the weather and place, which play a very important role in the book, could not differ more - a heatwave in London while reading, and cold torrential neverending rain near a loch in Scotland, a true holiday where it's not, versus the one where different narrators feel stuck in what doesn't seem like a holiday at all, where it's supposed to be; and for short periods of time we are stuck in their heads: from children to old folk - reminiscing, contemplating, feeling, just living, here and now, for now, and then...