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sdriscoll05 's review for:
The Good House
by Ann Leary
“The Good House” by Ann Leary was a good read, a very quick read. It was unexpectedly funny, with the reader constantly cheering for our wayward protagonist, even as we were cringing with others by what she was doing. There were points in this book where the main character had just done something so embarrassing, that I literally had to put down the book, because I was nervous for her, about what the outcome of her actions would be. The author did an excellent job of slowly building the character’s drinking problem, so that it took, at least for me, a while to jump on the bandwagon and finally understand what was really happening. This narrator was definitely unreliable, but she was supposed to be unreliable. Who can tell the story of their own lives in any kind of truthful fashion?
The parts that I didn’t necessarily understand, or am still confused by…were those underlying references to witches, or magic. For me, it served no purpose in forwarding the book, and while the references came and went in short bursts, it was still distracting enough to draw one’s attention away from the heart of the story, and to make the reader question what exactly was the point. Overall, the main character was the champion of the story, she was the story itself. I would have read about her sitting in her house over the weekend, she was that interesting. I don’t believe that the author trusted her enough to carry it, and that’s really the only shame in the book.
The parts that I didn’t necessarily understand, or am still confused by…were those underlying references to witches, or magic. For me, it served no purpose in forwarding the book, and while the references came and went in short bursts, it was still distracting enough to draw one’s attention away from the heart of the story, and to make the reader question what exactly was the point. Overall, the main character was the champion of the story, she was the story itself. I would have read about her sitting in her house over the weekend, she was that interesting. I don’t believe that the author trusted her enough to carry it, and that’s really the only shame in the book.