Book Review: The Girl You Left Behind by Jojo Moyes

I think this book cemented Jojo Moyes as an author whose books I will automatically add to my TBR list. While I do think that The Last Letter from Your Lover and Me Before You are probably better books, I still really enjoyed The Girl You Left Behind.

Let’s get into it.

Description from the publisher:

What happened to the girl you left behind?

In 1916, French artist Edouard Lefevre leaves his wife Sophie to fight at the Front. When her town falls into German hands, his portrait of Sophie stirs the heart of the local Kommandant and causes her to risk everything – her family, reputation and life – in the hope of seeing her true love one last time.

Nearly a century later and Sophie’s portrait is given to Liv by her young husband shortly before his sudden death. Its beauty speaks of their short life together, but when the painting’s dark and passion-torn history is revealed, Liv discovers that the first spark of love she has felt since she lost him is threatened…

In The Girl You Left Behind two young women, separated by a century, are united in their determination to fight for the thing they love most – whatever the cost.

The story of Sophie Lefevre is told first. It’s World War I. Sophie’s husband, Edouard, is a soldier, and she is living with her sister in a small village outside of Paris that has been occupied by the German army. Their situation is bleak, with most of the villagers’ possessions already confiscated by the Germans and food scarce. A new commandant has arrived and demands that Sophie use her inn to feed a small group of German soldiers. She agrees because she has to, but finds common ground with the commandant when he shows an interest in a portrait her husband painted of her before they married, and wishes to discuss art with her. Sophie does not return his affections, but is willing to view him as a person rather than simply as the enemy, which draws animosity from her fellow villagers.  Once word reaches Sophie that her husband has been sent to a reprisal camp, where he will almost certainly die, Sophie appeals to the commandant and lets him know she will do anything to save her husband, even give herself and give up her beloved portrait.

Suddenly, it’s 2006 the portrait is hanging in the home of Liv Halston.  It was a honeymoon gift from the husband she is still mourning, who died four years earlier and left her a house she can’t afford but is unwilling to part with because she sees it as a betrayal of his memory. She finally starts to truly move on when she meets Paul, ironically a professional art-theft investigator, who immediately recognizes her painting as one he has been hired to retrieve by the descendants of Edouard, who believe it was stolen by the German commandant and should be returned to their family. We learn what happened to Sophie through the investigations of Liv and Paul as they battle over who the rightful owner of the painting should be.

Jojo Moyes is a really good storyteller. She’s great at effectively juggling two story lines and time frames within one larger story. Just when I was completely sucked into Sophie’s story, she would switch and I found myself completely sucked into Liv’s story before long. I like that Moyes isn’t afraid to give her characters flaws or have tertiary characters dislike her protagonists. I like that there isn’t a simple right/wrong answer, and I found myself going back and forth in this book over what I thought the characters should do a lot. And while I thought this story could have easily been a good 50 pages shorter, it ended with a sweet, emotional surprise that made the dragged-out trial section worth it.

I really enjoyed this book and am looking forward to her latest, One Plus One(Only a hundred or so people ahead of me in library holds!)

Book Review: We Were Liars by E. Lockhart

Welcome to the beautiful Sinclair family.
No one is a criminal.
No one is an addict.
No one is a failure.
The Sinclairs are athletic, tall, and handsome. We are old-money Democrats. Our smiles are wide, our chins square, and our tennis serves aggressive.
It doesn’t matter if divorce shreds the muscles of our hearts so that they will hardly beat without a struggle. It doesn’t matter if trust-fund money is running out; if credit card bills go unpaid on the kitchen counter. It doesn’t matter if there’s a cluster of pills on the bedside table.
It doesn’t matter if one of us is desperately, desperately in love.
So much
in love
that equally desperate measures
must be taken.
We are Sinclairs.
No one is needy.
No one is wrong.
We live, at least in the summertime, on a private island of the coast of Massachusetts.
Perhaps that is all you need to know.

Oh, this book. I was not expecting this book. And I don’t want to give anything away so I won’t even review it other than to say that I devoured it in one sitting because I could not put it down. I know I’ve said that before, but seriously, this book did not leave my hands until I was done. This was the first of four books I read over the long weekend and after I finished each new book, my thoughts came right back to this one.

It’s good. 

Book Review: Astonish Me by Maggie Shipstead

I’ve heard a lot of buzz about Astonish Me and decided to pick it up, despite not being really familiar with the world of ballet. I’m really glad I did.

Description from the publisher:

Astonish Me is the irresistible story of Joan, a ballerina whose life has been shaped by her relationship with the world-famous dancer Arslan Ruskov, whom she helps defect from the Soviet Union to the United States. While Arslan’s career takes off in New York, Joan’s slowly declines, ending when she becomes pregnant and decides to marry her longtime admirer, a PhD student named Jacob. As the years pass, Joan settles into her new life in California, teaching dance and watching her son, Harry, become a ballet prodigy himself. But when Harry’s success brings him into close contact with Arslan, explosive secrets are revealed that shatter the delicate balance Joan has struck between her past and present.

Joan is a talented dancer, but not talented enough. Her only claim to notoriety was driving the getaway car for the best dancer in the world, Arslan Rusakov, and she pays a hefty price for it as she watches him realize that his star is only rising while hers is rapidly dimming and he moves on from her and their brief but passionate love affair. She recognizes that she is destined to be relegated to the background as a dancer and decides that an unplanned pregnancy can be her very own getaway car. So she leaves the company and ballet behind, and settles into a mundane suburban life with her friend-turned-husband, Jacob, and their son, Harry.

Mediocre talent can be ignored and cruelly brushed aside, but impressive talent cannot. Joan learns this again when Harry displays a prodigious gift for dancing and she is pulled back into the world of ballet and Arslan that she thought she was finished with.

My only exposure to ballet was a class I took when I was five years old, but I’ve always been somewhat fascinated by ballerinas and the elegance and grace they display while juxtaposed with a competitive world that demands sacrifice and talent and spits out anyone who doesn’t measure up, regardless of how much they want it. Those who shine are separated from those who do not and are left in the shadows. It’s a career that begins when you are a child and ends before 30 or 40. And then what?

Though I have never aspired to dance or become an athlete, I have always wanted to write, and this book raised questions regarding what happens to a person’s career, spirit, and feelings about themselves and the quality of their life if they are unable to achieve the acclaim and level of success they desire. To be a successful dancer or athlete or artist or writer or musician, one does not simply have to work hard. The difference between those who “make it” and those who do not can often be ascribed to an innate talent. You either have it or you don’t. You were either always going to make it or you were never going to. Most don’t. And it can be devastating.

I really enjoyed having these characters and their stories and these questions in my head for the past few days, even though the effect was a little unsettling. It’s a really beautifully written book, and I highly recommend it.

Yep, still excited for Outlander

Just when I think I can’t get any more excited for the premiere of Outlander, a new video pops up under my YouTube subscriptions and I’m rendered a squeeing mess all over again.

It’s been a while since I’ve read the first book in the series, so I am planning to read it again before August 9. Which is less than two months away. AAAAAHHHH!

Book Review: Reconstructing Amelia by Kimberly McCreight

I’ve been meaning to pick up Reconstructing Amelia since last year when everyone was calling it “the next Gone Girl.”  And while it certainly kept me on my toes and was as hard to put down as Gone Girl, I didn’t find any other similarities between the two. Plus, I completely agree with the general consensus that the ending to Gone Girl is THE WORST. And the ending to Reconstructing Amelia is only kind of disappointing.

But I’m already ahead of myself.

Here’s the description from the publisher:

A stunning debut novel in which a single mother reconstructs her teenaged daughter’s life, sifting through her emails, texts, and social media to piece together the shocking truth about the last days of her life.

Litigation lawyer and harried single mother Kate Baron is stunned when her daughter’s exclusive private school in Park Slope, Brooklyn, calls with disturbing news: her intelligent, high-achieving fifteen-year-old daughter, Amelia, has been caught cheating.

Kate can’t believe that Amelia, an ambitious, levelheaded girl who’s never been in trouble would do something like that. But by the time she arrives at Grace Hall, Kate’s faced with far more devastating news. Amelia is dead.

Seemingly unable to cope with what she’d done, a despondent Amelia has jumped from the school’s roof in an act of “spontaneous” suicide. At least that’s the story Grace Hall and the police tell Kate. And overwhelmed as she is by her own guilt and shattered by grief, it is the story that Kate believes until she gets the anonymous text:

She didn’t jump.

Sifting through Amelia’s emails, text messages, social media postings, and cell phone logs, Kate is determined to learn the heartbreaking truth about why Amelia was on Grace Hall’s roof that day-and why she died.

Told in alternating voices, Reconstructing Amelia is a story of secrets and lies, of love and betrayal, of trusted friends and vicious bullies. It’s about how well a parent ever really knows a child and how far one mother will go to vindicate the memory of a daughter whose life she could not save.

It was interesting to read this book after reading another Gillian Flynn book, Dark Places and while I still had Dare Me in the forefront of my mind. I was reminded of how much I sometimes like to read books that have similar plots one right after another. I liked Reconstrucing Ameila more than the other two though. I liked the characters, I cared about what really happened to Amelia, I sympathized with Kate, and for the most part, the plot kept me guessing. It became more and more predictable as the story went on and as I mentioned above, I was a little disappointed with the ending.

But overall, I enjoyed reading it and would recommend it. I would even recommend reading all three books in succession and toss in a viewing of Megan is Missing if you’d like to become 100% convinced that Megan Abbott was spot on when she wrote that “there’s something dangerous about the boredom of teenage girls.”

And with that delightful recommendation, I’d also suggest that you end that experience with Fangirl to remind yourself that it gets better.