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A review by juliemawesome
Flying in Place by Susan Palwick
2.0
Siiiigh. So the last Susan Palwick book I had left to read, and it's one of _those_ books.
It has a framing story, so while most of the book is told from the point of view of a 12 year old, it may not technically be a YA book.
Main character is sexually abused by her father. And floats out of her body to have chats with her dead sister. And if you're surprised by the things that are revealed through the course of the book, you really shouldn't be.
But, hey, the dead sister is named Ginny. And the neighbors next door remind me strongly of the Weasleys. Though I didn't sit down to count how many brothers were in the family, I think it was about 6. The house is crowded, and jumbled, and not-exactly-rich, and the family's attitude strikes me as pretty Weasley. So, in any case, I can't help but like them. Even though I wouldn't want to live with them.
This is one of those stories that's called 'moving', 'touching', 'poignant' and all sorts of other words that equal 'boring' in my mind. Honestly, if this was my first exposure to Susan Palwick, I would not have gone to read more of her stuff. Not intentionally.
Not that it wasn't a quick read and enjoyable on a certain level. Just. Bleh. It's like.. one of those stories they praise you for in grad school.
It has a framing story, so while most of the book is told from the point of view of a 12 year old, it may not technically be a YA book.
Main character is sexually abused by her father. And floats out of her body to have chats with her dead sister. And if you're surprised by the things that are revealed through the course of the book, you really shouldn't be.
But, hey, the dead sister is named Ginny. And the neighbors next door remind me strongly of the Weasleys. Though I didn't sit down to count how many brothers were in the family, I think it was about 6. The house is crowded, and jumbled, and not-exactly-rich, and the family's attitude strikes me as pretty Weasley. So, in any case, I can't help but like them. Even though I wouldn't want to live with them.
This is one of those stories that's called 'moving', 'touching', 'poignant' and all sorts of other words that equal 'boring' in my mind. Honestly, if this was my first exposure to Susan Palwick, I would not have gone to read more of her stuff. Not intentionally.
Not that it wasn't a quick read and enjoyable on a certain level. Just. Bleh. It's like.. one of those stories they praise you for in grad school.