You know how I read when I'm working out? I just finished reading The Weird Sisters by Eleanor Brown, and I have to say . . . meh.
It's about 3 sisters who grow up in a small college town in Ohio with a Shakespeare loving professor for a dad and a scatter-brained mom.
I'm not a huge fan of Shakespeare. I prefer Christopher Marlowe [Dr. Faustus? COME ON!] and Ben Jonson [Volpone was a fave] but I do like his work, so I don't think that's what was so off-putting about the book.
I was offended, somehow, by the artifice of the writing style.
First, the dad pretty much only speaks in Shakespeare - an affectation the sisters also adopt on occasion. I know I quote movies and tv until I don't have an original thought in my head, but on me, it's charming. In the book? It was NOT a natural flow.
Second, the omniscient/prescient/amorphous narrator just kept getting on my nerves. At first, I couldn't figure out who was talking, and then it just grated.
Trying to pull off something unique in writing, particularly when it is an integral part of the book, is tricky at best and deserves some applause. However, it's a high wire act that shouldn't be attempted unless you are truly on top of your game. Because when it fails, as it did here, it fails spectacularly.
Finally, it was too religious without being religious. There was a religious undercurrent, and it came off as more morality play than anything real or exciting. Sister is pregnant? She will keep the baby. Sister is a slut and a thief? She will become the town librarian [spinster, anyone?] and repay the money. The dull sister - the oldest, Rose - will go and live with her fiance even though there's the opportunity for the job of her dreams coming.
I was underwhelmed.
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