Someone recommended Kate Vaiden to me, but I have since lost the email because I am a Dolt. I read it long ago, so brace yourself for Hazy Impressions Plus Some Quotes I Remembered To Write Down.
I don’t know why I expected this to be a slow, thoughtful meander. Except, the guy’s name is Reynolds? Reynoldses only write thinky bits? And not that KV isn’t thinky, but you aren’t two pages in before Price is like, Ha ha, PLOT PUNCH! Moving on. And I love being punched in the brain-space (metaphorically).
I also love a good Moll-Flanders-style narrative. Very much In Which Kate Vaiden Becomes an Orphan, is Raised by an Aunt, Loves a Boy and Then Loses That Boy, Falls Pregnant By the Young Man Her Uncle Probably Loves (Though the Novel Is Unclear On This Bit, Given the Times) etc and on into spoilertown (all these doin’s transpire early enough to not count as spoilers, which is why the book is awesome. MOAR PLOT!).
And Kate does STUPID things. But they are only stupid because I am well-adjusted and I like to be comfortable and Kate is bold and slightly bats, and she’ll be like, This is why I just did that stupid thing, given my history, and you are like, Correct. And she’s so weirdly straight-talking that you can’t be mad at her forever, and you can’t help but laugh. She’ll be all, ‘I knew I had to speak to somebody now; and a corpse is generally there, where you left it.’ Or ‘I sat in a back pew and tried to pray. But I couldn’t even think of God’s first name.’ You are laughing but you are also deeply sad and you KNOW how much I love that flavor combination.
Book, I am not giving you the review you deserve. Gentle readers, if you’re in the mood for something plotty and well-written and slightly maddening (Kate! That is a BAD DECISION) then munch yourself some of this salad.