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A review by routergirl
Little Bandaged Days by Kyra Wilder
3.0
Kyra Wilder is definitely a writer. There are some beautifully written things in this, which add to the psychological thrill of it - you're reading beautiful words describing a terrible situation. Like this bit:
"The days melted into each other. I felt it overwhelming sometimes that I was expected, all the time, to be a person. I woke in pieces. I was a random collection of parts. One shoulder but not the other, one ear. The skin on my face was raw, peeled open. I was so tired that it was really like that. It won’t last I thought. This is a phase, this is only now and now isn’t always. This minute is only this minute and this minute is only one minute long."
This book almost...almost had it. It was a creepy read, definitely got under my skin, and I loved (and worried about) the main character so much. I worried about the kids, I worried about how isolated she was, and that all she had was the husband who was clearly not a great guy.
What threw me were the chapters written later - identified by italics, clearly of someone in a different place. It never really came together. It never jibed, and when I hit the ending I was surprised. Because someone who can write like this? You believe they will pull it together by the end, but in this case it didn't happen.
"The days melted into each other. I felt it overwhelming sometimes that I was expected, all the time, to be a person. I woke in pieces. I was a random collection of parts. One shoulder but not the other, one ear. The skin on my face was raw, peeled open. I was so tired that it was really like that. It won’t last I thought. This is a phase, this is only now and now isn’t always. This minute is only this minute and this minute is only one minute long."
This book almost...almost had it. It was a creepy read, definitely got under my skin, and I loved (and worried about) the main character so much. I worried about the kids, I worried about how isolated she was, and that all she had was the husband who was clearly not a great guy.
What threw me were the chapters written later - identified by italics, clearly of someone in a different place. It never really came together. It never jibed, and when I hit the ending I was surprised. Because someone who can write like this? You believe they will pull it together by the end, but in this case it didn't happen.