Twelve Houses –by Olga Soaje
Fiction, Contemporary
262 Pages / 942 KB
5 Stars
Disclaimer: I received an email from the author asking if
she was to give me a Kindle copy of her book, would I read it and give it an
honest review, whether or not I liked it? I agreed.
The first thing I noticed about this book was the
protagonist, Amelia, was 59, not 19 or even an old woman of 29. Solid points in
Ms. Soaje's favor right from the start—contemporary fiction for the silver
haired!
Amelia married the love of her life 30 some years ago who
had the extreme bad manners of dying suddenly and abandoning her. Even after he
promised on their honeymoon to never do that. They had two children, a girl
with whom Amelia is somewhat estranged, and a son. Both children are grown,
gone, and in the process of starting their own families far from Amelia. Now
Amelia is picking up the pieces of her shattered life and it is not an easy
process.
She is an artist, a sculptor who is herself, a shard of
broken green ware on the floor of her studio. Her agent of 30 years badgers her
into anger and creativity. Her daughter is married and pregnant in San
Francisco, her son about to be married in Boston.
Yes, there are a lot of tears in the beginning, and a lot of
soul searching, and a lot of running from James, who enters her life. It's a
novel for heaven's sake! A "cozy" if you will, though not in the
mystery sense. There will be no huge surprises as Amelia copes with her grief
and moves on to her life. If you read this book in bed as I intended to, there
will be no nightmares. (I ended up reading it in "two-sits." It would
have been a "one-sit" book, but I started it too late in the
evening.)
This is a "coming of age" book, or a "coming
to terms with life" book, if you prefer. I found the characters quite
believable (well, James was a tad over the top, but remember, this is a
novel;-). I appreciated that not only did Amelia grieve, she was angry with
Nathan for dying and leaving her; I understood the mother-daughter dynamics,
from both perspectives. I understood the wanting of love, and the guilt for
wanting it.
If you want a novel with a lot of tension, adrenaline
gushes, and reality, find another book. If you want a novel to read curled in
front of the fireplace, or in bed, if you want to live in another life for a
while, and know that everything will turn out fine because it is a novel, not a
memoir, this may be the book for you. It was for me.
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