The Art of Forgetting
by Elle Casey
I'll be honest; I bought the book because of the cover. Yes, I did read the first chapter to make sure I would enjoy the writing style, but deep down, I found the cover too beautiful to ignore.
Two friends, one in the other's shadow. The "perfect" friend gets hit by a cab and is permanently brain-damaged, so the friend in the shadows is suddenly thrust into the light. Can she stand on her own two feet? An interesting premise, beautiful cover, and a riveting first chapter! Unfortunately, the book goes downhill pretty quickly after the opening shock--which if you've read my or anyone else's review, or the back blurb of the book, has just been spoiled for you. The characters aren't particularly compelling, and the plot weaves in strange directions that leave the reader thinking, "This has to be true. This is just too weird." It isn't a bad book, but it isn't a particularly good one, either.
After I finished it, I displayed it on my bookshelf. I found myself passing by, remarking, "What a beautiful cover! What's that book again?" Ironic, I know, because of the title. After reminding myself a dozen times of the lackluster plot, I finally said goodbye to the cover and donated it to a used bookstore.
Two friends, one in the other's shadow. The "perfect" friend gets hit by a cab and is permanently brain-damaged, so the friend in the shadows is suddenly thrust into the light. Can she stand on her own two feet? An interesting premise, beautiful cover, and a riveting first chapter! Unfortunately, the book goes downhill pretty quickly after the opening shock--which if you've read my or anyone else's review, or the back blurb of the book, has just been spoiled for you. The characters aren't particularly compelling, and the plot weaves in strange directions that leave the reader thinking, "This has to be true. This is just too weird." It isn't a bad book, but it isn't a particularly good one, either.
After I finished it, I displayed it on my bookshelf. I found myself passing by, remarking, "What a beautiful cover! What's that book again?" Ironic, I know, because of the title. After reminding myself a dozen times of the lackluster plot, I finally said goodbye to the cover and donated it to a used bookstore.