Growing up I remember watching my Mom and sister read a book in no time. It seemed like they would sit down and two days later they would be onto a new book. I was always envious of them. If I did read a book it was safe to say I didn’t finish it. It was clear I didn’t inherit the reading gene from my Mom. Instead I got the wait-for-the-movie gene from my Dad. He once told me if it was a good book, someone would make it into a movie and he would see it then.
After my Mom read The Lovely Bones, she couldn’t stop raving about what a great book it was – keep in mind she says this about most books she reads. Except this time she insisted I read it and no matter what kind of fight I put up, it was obvious I was on the losing side of this battle. So I broke down and took the book. I even picked it up several times with the intention of reading it, but just put it back down. I just wasn’t the reading type.
My Mom kept asking me if I started it and when it was clear she wasn’t going to stop asking, I finally sat down and started reading. If you haven’t read it, Wikipedia does a lovely job summing it up, “The story of a teenage girl, who after being raped and murdered watches from her personal Heaven as her family and friends struggle to move on with their lives while she comes to terms with her own death.”
I had no idea how much I was going to enjoy this book. The first two sentences immediately grabbed my attention…
“My name was Salmon, like the fish; first name, Susie. I was fourteen when I was murdered on December 6, 1973.”
It continues to give you an inside look at each unique character and you get the chance to watch them grow as each one deals with the loss of a daughter, sister and friend. With most books you hope for that happy ending. I like with this one, even though it opens with a murder, Sebold provides a sense of satisfaction in the end.
For once both my parents were right.