shannonmiz
Written on Jul 14, 2019
It's funny, in the last Julie Mayhew book I read (The Big Lie), I freaking loved the first half of the book. I'm talking five-stars, mind blown, all the feelings loved. And that is exactly what happened here. The beginning is awful and raw and I found myself wholly immersed. I will admit, it was hard for me to read (since I had my own kids, reading about kids dying guts me, but that isn't a complaint, I knew this going in of course!) so it took me some time, but I was hooked. Darya had practically raised Nika, as her mother was largely unable to due to mental illness. Darya feels like she not only lost a sister, but her whole purpose. And the family, as you can imagine, struggles to handle it too. It seems horrifyingly honest and when the media circus comes to town, terribly realistic.
This part of the story was well crafted and full of emotion. Darya trying to reach out to find where she would fit was of course believable. And her need to escape her small town to seek opportunity in Moscow made tons of sense. But this leads me to...
What I Didn't:
Here's the thing: the second half of the story wasn't necessarily even bad, it was just... different. A whole different tone, really. It became a lot more about Darya trying to navigate the big city, but I just wasn't as invested. I liked Darya, and I was rooting for her, but as the story turned from one about family and picking up the pieces after tragedy, I had trouble caring about Darya's new friend, or her crushes, or what have you. Which is perhaps unfair, but I simply didn't find this part of her journey compelling. It lacked the emotion of the first half. Where I had cared about Darya's grief, and her bond with her family, and even her trying to move on after the unthinkable, in this second half, I just felt... nothing, really.
Bottom Line: A stunning first half based on an unimaginable tragedy and a family trying to stay afloat, the second half was a bit underwhelming, especially by comparison.