I’ll be honest—this was a bit of a disappointment for me. The best thing about this book (in my opinion) is the cover. I’m obsessed with that cover.
I set this book aside at 130 pages, so this review is based on what I read.
What bothered me the most was the narrator’s (Odelle’s—1967) voice in the first part; the character is speaking in her vernacular, but the execution of it feels clumsy and really hard to follow–the author often loses me at parts, yet in another sentence will speak in complete sentences. I wish that there had been consistency in her voice, one way or the other, that way I could have adjusted to her pattern of speech easier. She cleans up the speech for Olive (1936 timeline), but then we’re thrown back to Odelle’s timeline, and it’s jarring.
I wish I liked this story, I really do. But besides the narrator’s voices bothering and losing me, I was bored throughout. It didn’t seem like much happened (though take this with a grain of salt—stuff probably happened halfway through the story, I just didn’t get to it).
Overall, I thought she was more successful in The Miniaturist.
My Rating: 2.5/5 stars
Cover Rating: 5/5 stars—it’s absolutely stunning