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A review by lennareem
The Art of Mending by Elizabeth Berg
1.0
I wanted an easy read, and this was recommended to me by a friend, with the caveat that it was an old-lady novel from Target. I should have taken that more seriously, along with "old-lady novel for women who don't like to think/know how." (No offense, Allison). I believe I got to page 30 before wanting to vomit on myself & the book and then eating my vomit to only re-vomit again. Yep. That good.
My problem with this book, and others in its genre is this: it's recycled, carefully yet poorly calculated garbage. The story line seemed intriguing enough, but I couldn't get past the 8th grade canned dialogue or the "strategically" placed symbols or foreshadowing. I put this novel in the same category of The Secret Life of Bees, as it seems like both writers sat down with a "How to write novels for dummies" handbook and went at it with blind rage, intent on finally writing a novel after their children were raised and they had time on their hands for themselves. If you want to do something for yourself in your 40s or 50s, take up painting or zumba.
So I suppose my poor rating for this book is a reflection of this book and others of this genre (old lady novels from Target I guess is a good enough name for them) more than this actual novel, because I didn't, nor do I want to, finish.
Phew. Glad that's finally off my chest.
My problem with this book, and others in its genre is this: it's recycled, carefully yet poorly calculated garbage. The story line seemed intriguing enough, but I couldn't get past the 8th grade canned dialogue or the "strategically" placed symbols or foreshadowing. I put this novel in the same category of The Secret Life of Bees, as it seems like both writers sat down with a "How to write novels for dummies" handbook and went at it with blind rage, intent on finally writing a novel after their children were raised and they had time on their hands for themselves. If you want to do something for yourself in your 40s or 50s, take up painting or zumba.
So I suppose my poor rating for this book is a reflection of this book and others of this genre (old lady novels from Target I guess is a good enough name for them) more than this actual novel, because I didn't, nor do I want to, finish.
Phew. Glad that's finally off my chest.