This book caught my attention because of the beautiful cover, the beautiful title and its spot on the New York Times bestseller list. I read it a couple weeks ago, but I waited to review it because it was so different from the typical book I read and I wanted to sort out my own reactions to it. My initial impression was that I didn’t like it, but in retrospect, it has grown on me considerably. It is unique and compelling, dark and gritty but it has flashes of hope and humanity throughout. The story itself is not cookie-cutter or traditional and in this, the book is strikingly creative. All the characters are deeply flawed which makes them more interesting, but not always likeable. The cultural descriptions and depictions of social class, drug use, and racial prejudices that persist in America are necessary, excellently portrayed, and incredibly difficult to read about.
All of that being said, the actual writing was just okay. It was overly simplistic and stark most of the time interspersed with startling spiritual passages of intense description which made the flow a little odd. It is written from multiple character perspectives, which I usually like, but the characters were slightly too flat to support this type of writing really well. Sometimes, it was hard to tell which character was speaking because the voice did not change enough from person to person.
Overall I think the author addresses the issues she chose to tackle well, and provides illumination that we, as a society, could use more of, but her writing itself wasn’t groundbreaking.
Worth reading (what else can you expect from a NYT bestseller?) and an interesting story, but you won’t find classic or beautiful writing.