It's been almost eleven years since Rhea Farrell last wrote to her mother.
It was a Friday night ritual - until Rhea's father decided it was stupid to write letters to a dead person. That was the summer before the accident. The summer before Rhea began to keep her first secret.
Now about to turn eighteen, Rhea finds herself alone on the streets of New York with nobody to talk to about the future, or the past. So, just like she used to do as a little girl, she begins a letter with the words 'Dear Mum' and tells her mother the things she can't tell anyone else.
In the city where Allison Farrell was born, her daughter begins to delve into her past. And as she uncovers more about who her mother truly was, Rhea starts to figure out exactly who she herself wants to be. And that sometimes it takes longer than you think to say goodbye...
My Review:
Whining. So much whining. I really wanted to get into this book because the premise is interesting and I felt like I would relate to the love story aspect seeing as I met my husband when he was homeless, like our heroine. But the format just bothered me. There was no emotional impact. There was no substance or gravitas. It felt like a chore trying to like this book. Written in a different format, maybe with some prose between the letters, I might have loved it. But I couldn't make myself finish this book as it is.
It was a Friday night ritual - until Rhea's father decided it was stupid to write letters to a dead person. That was the summer before the accident. The summer before Rhea began to keep her first secret.
Now about to turn eighteen, Rhea finds herself alone on the streets of New York with nobody to talk to about the future, or the past. So, just like she used to do as a little girl, she begins a letter with the words 'Dear Mum' and tells her mother the things she can't tell anyone else.
In the city where Allison Farrell was born, her daughter begins to delve into her past. And as she uncovers more about who her mother truly was, Rhea starts to figure out exactly who she herself wants to be. And that sometimes it takes longer than you think to say goodbye...
My Review:
Whining. So much whining. I really wanted to get into this book because the premise is interesting and I felt like I would relate to the love story aspect seeing as I met my husband when he was homeless, like our heroine. But the format just bothered me. There was no emotional impact. There was no substance or gravitas. It felt like a chore trying to like this book. Written in a different format, maybe with some prose between the letters, I might have loved it. But I couldn't make myself finish this book as it is.
I received this e-arc from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.
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