Today’s post shall be brief. For four reasons.
1. It is late when I’m writing this.
2. I want to watch Sherlock.
3. I got a book today that I’ve been desperately wanting to read for ages and I haven’t even started it yet because I’ve been tidying all day.
4. I don’t have many opinions about this book.
The subject of today’s brief post is Girls In Trouble by Caroline Leavitt.
In this heart-wrenching story of an open adoption gone wrong, Caroline Leavitt reveals the astonishing power of family bonds and maternal love. Sara, sixteen, is in denial about her pregnancy and too far along for an abortion. Her once-devoted boyfriend has disappeared so Sara decides her only option is an open adoption with George and Eva, a couple desperate for a child. After the birth it’s clear Sara has a bond with the child that Eva can’t duplicate and Eva and George make a drastic decision, with devastating consequences for them all.
I have no idea where I came across this one. I think it was on a recommended shelf on Goodreads, and the library had it, and I was needing something to read, so I got it out. Something like that.
This was a good book. However, I was not in the right frame of mind to be reading it.
That sounds weird.
I read this book over a very busy few days, one of which was Christmas, and I read an entire other book while I was reading this one. This other book put me in a specific reading frame of mind, and this one just didn’t fit with that.
But, like I said, this was a good book. If it had been any other week, I would have enjoyed it a lot more. I just wasn’t really enjoying it when I did read it.
So this is a book about a teenage pregnancy, although it actually spans about sixteen or more years. I’ve read a few other books about teenage pregnancy, and I can say that, from what I can see, it didn’t do or show anything wrong. It was pretty good in that sense, from my very limited experience.
The plot was somewhat predictable, but still quite good. I didn’t like the ending however, because it felt like it wrapped everything up far too nicely, and it seemed too perfect to me.
I really just don’t have much to say about this book. It was a good book. That’s it.
4 stars: I enjoyed it and would definitely recommend it, but I didn’t absolutely love it.
This review makes it sound more like a three (Kind of meh. Nothing to be yelling about, but not awful. Just didn’t really do much for me, although I can see why it might be liked.), but I know that if I had read it at a different time, with a different frame of mind, then I would have given it a four. So I’m giving it the benefit of the doubt here and giving it a (lowish) four.
That was boring. I’m sorry. Time for Sherlock.