Still reeling from her mother’s death, Casey has been trying to battle her demons and feels she is losing. Overwhelmed by college debt and a recently failed relationship, she is trying just to put one foot in front of the other, keeping to her schedule of writing in early mornings, and waiting tables days and evenings. As she finds herself caught between two budding relationships, she also finally completes her first novel – and she is utterly unsure, and of course terrified, how any of it will turn out.
I have to admit that this book took some degree of patience, at least for me. I found it was a very slow build, with the beginning baldly depressing and flat. As it progressed, however, as more happened and the characters grew, and I began to feel more invested. I am glad I stuck with it, but it was a bit of work.
I think the issue was that Casey was hard to get to know and to like. We see flickers of her warmth, her kindness when she banters with other waitstaff at her restaurant. We also see this really shine when she connects deeply with one of her boyfriend’s two sons. But for so long, all we see is a doleful existence: her panic attacks, her worries, her fears. When her wit and personality only come through so much later, it’s almost too late. We’re surprised we like her so much. Perhaps the point is that she doesn’t like herself enough to be this person. I am not sure…
We also have here another writer writing about writing. Yes, write what you know, but I also think this topic has been covered already. Perhaps unfair of me, but as someone who is not a writer but a reader, I like variation. What can I say???
Ultimately, it is readable, a decent novel. But if you’re limited on time, I’d focus elsewhere.
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