Yes, it’s been a while since my last post. I’ve been busy living life and while I wasn’t suffering from writer’s blog, per se, there was nothing that I felt compelled to write about. I don’t want to put up posts that I am not excited about because no one has time to waste reading crap.
Speaking of reading, I’ve enjoyed my fair share of beach reads this summer including The Hopefuls, The Girls in the Garden, Elin Hilderbrand’s Here’s to Us, Modern Lovers and The Nest.
There are several authors I am an extremely loyal fan of, Jane Green being one of them. I devoured Jemima J and Mr. Maybe over 15 years ago when I was a single publicist. I am proud to say I have read every single book written by Jane, usually buying them on the day they hit book shelves. (17 and still counting!) Of course some of her books resonate more with me and unfortunately there was a period of time when I almost lost interest in reading her books.
I finally got around to getting Falling. I debated if I should save it until my family’s end of summer beach vacation. I heard others saying they couldn’t pick this book down. Emily Griffin is quoted, “A gripping and powerful novel and finding the courage to make the life you want. This is Jane Green at her absolute best,” while Cosmo promises it’s “The kind of novel you’ll gobble up at a single sitting.”
Hmmm, maybe that’s my problem as I’m no longer Cosmo‘s targeted audience.
The title definitely sums up this book. Falling. Or more accurately FAILING. The first 200 pages are so character descriptive that there is barely any plot. It’s your typical girl (Emma) moves into new area, meets boy (Dominic) and each feigns romantic interest in the other. Unfortunately, it’s not even about the chase.
There is nothing compelling enough for me to pick the book up and so I find myself being on social media more than turning the pages of this book. When a storyline develops at around page 200, I was excited that the remaining 175 pages would be meaty and keep my attention. But this new character flees the situation almost immediately and once again we are left with only a lot of description.
Having learned plenty about Jane Green’s own life, this seems more like its based loosely on her own passions for decorating, gardening and British roots. Emma even has curly hair that she’d prefer not to blow out daily.
Personally, I’d prefer Jane not rush release a new book annually and produce quality instead of quantity.
I still have 100 pages to go, but reviews from other readers, complain, “in the last 20 pages, the love story takes a sharp left into a tragedy that feels, frankly, tacked on and a wildly unearned plot twist that read to me like a, ‘Huh, I gotta wrap this up somehow,’ move from the author.”
Would love to know your thoughts if you’ve read Falling and/or are a Jane Green fan.