A review by jrmarr
The Japanese Lover by Isabel Allende

3.0

Maybe it’s because I read an ebook version, or maybe it’s the translation, but this was nowhere near the poetic and heartfelt beauty of her earlier works. So many times I was drawn into the story, only to be thwarted by dialogue best described as pedestrian. A tail of love and family over multiple generations, this was a forgettable book, but it has made me wonder whether I should revisit her earlier books.