Book review -- The Lovely Bones
Countless times during the course of reading, I wanted to put The Lovely Bones down. The words had struck a raw nerve. It wasn't just that I cried -- it caused me physical pain; my heart ached at the painful memories. It is safe to say that I will not be re-reading this book. Ever.
Despite the heartache, I wanted to like this book. Alice Sebold, for the most part, constructed the novel with an impeccable sense of timing, but 298 pages were undone by the unbelievably anti-climatic and ludicrous ending. I went from having a mental rating of 9/10 for the book, to giving it a big fat zero, all in the span of one sentence on page 299. It felt very much like how I went into M. Night Shyamalan's Signs, expecting something worthy of the high expectations that we'd been fed, only to be robbed of it by having everything attributed to aliens. I felt cheated; as did I, with The Lovely Bones.
Despite the heartache, I wanted to like this book. Alice Sebold, for the most part, constructed the novel with an impeccable sense of timing, but 298 pages were undone by the unbelievably anti-climatic and ludicrous ending. I went from having a mental rating of 9/10 for the book, to giving it a big fat zero, all in the span of one sentence on page 299. It felt very much like how I went into M. Night Shyamalan's Signs, expecting something worthy of the high expectations that we'd been fed, only to be robbed of it by having everything attributed to aliens. I felt cheated; as did I, with The Lovely Bones.
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