I am an avid reader and have eclectic tastes. Sometimes it's a suggestion by a friend who knows me, sometimes it's a movie about to be released and I want that world in my head before it's mutilated by the big screen. Sometimes a book's jacket intrigues me. I don't ever go by bestsellers lists.
Wandering the library to me has the same warmth and homey feel as a do-it-yourself store like Home Depot or Lowes. Oh, the smells! I walk inside the doors and need to say, "Ah, potential."
I feel the same at the library and the smell effects me similarly.
So yesterday I read The Death of Bees, a fictional novel by Lisa O'Donnell. It caught my attention and sometimes you can just tell by the writing a few pages in that it'll be worth the time. This is one of those I-just-couldn't-put-it-down kind of books. The narration jumps between the voices of the main characters, Marnie, her sister Nelly and their neighbor Lennie. Each is an outsider with lies, secrets and self doubt as the book opens with Marnie stating they buried their parents in the backyard. That’s always an attention getter.
Broken up into seasons instead of chapters the pages fly as the voice of the characters change. The writing is dense, clever and insightful. The only thing that slowed me down a bit is the slang used in Scotland as opposed to here in American (for example a fag is a cigarette, knickers for pants, bolly for umbrella, etc...). The storytellers have depth to them and I was never quite sure where it would all lead. A perfect circle, the story line twists and turns with a few "wow, didn't see that coming" events which results in a satisfying ending.
I would recommend this book as a great summer read that'll make you think about the love of family, and who we choose to be family.