There are some books that I start and can’t put down until I finish them. They take up all of my available time. I forego TV and Netflix and cooking dinner on time and talking to my family and friends and laundry all because the book is just that good. This is not one of those books.
To be totally honest, I haven’t even finished it. I intend to though.
There are parts of this book, particularly regarding the sister with the mental health issue, where I can’t tell if what’s happening is supposed to be in her imagination or supposed to be real (magical realism). Maybe that’s the point. To her it is real and the reader can’t tell one way or another.
I’ve been reading the book for nearly a month and I’m not even halfway through it. I’m not invested in these sisters yet. I’m trying really hard to remember all four of their names but the only ones I can remember are Yolanda and Sophia and I still don’t remember which one has the mental health storyline, but I’m pretty sure Sophia is the one who went to Peru with her boyfriend, got dumped, and met a German guy who she ended up having a baby with. Of course the baby was a disappointment to her father who had a strained relationship with her and wanted a grandson after raising four daughters, but I think she eventually had a boy and that made her father happy.
Can you hear the utter lack of enthusiasm in my voice?
Honestly, I’ve been much more committed to What Women Fear. I’ve been reading this book during my morning devotional time. The way the author expresses her fears brings me to tears every time I read a chapter because I understand many of those fears so deeply and I’ve never been able to articulate them the way she does in this book.
I will share more on that book at another time. Hopefully I’ll finish reading How the Garcia girls Lost Their Accents by then.