At the cusp of adulthood, we are all looking for one thing: identity. Some find it quickly, while others linger in a fog of confusion. Meg Rosoff captures this enigmatic aspect of life with a powerful and emotional tale of self-discovery and friendship.
Near the end of his life, “H” reflects on his troubled youth. Bouncing from one boarding school to another, he finally lands at St. Oswald’s on the eastern coast of Britain. Despite being well aware that this is his last chance to prove to his parents he can rise to their expectations, he questions whether his path in life involves learning Latin, mastering maths, and wallowing in a second-rate boys school. Β H is lost in a world constantly trying to force him into a life of conformity and he has yet to decide if he will join the masses or step outside the box.
Framing H’s dilemma is a beautifully crafted atmosphere of fog, chilly wind, mist and gray skies. Rosoff brilliantly allows the scenery to mirror the melancholy and isolation breathing inside of H as he struggles with the pain of growing up. The drab walls of St. Oswald’s could almost be the pale skin of a young man trying to find his place in the world.
As the tide begins to shift, so does the trajectory of H’s existence. One day, while walking on the beach, he meets Finn. What follows is an infatuation that drives H to break every rule in order to spend time with the young man who lives in a hut on the shoreline.
Finn is beautiful and everything H wants to be. Independent. Alone. Free. H’s emotions are intense and all-consuming, but much like everything else in his life they are hard to define. The question of whether it is love, friendship, or envy is never answered, as H himself is unable to sort through the feelings driving his connection to Finn.
The relationship between H and Finn grows into one of comfort of companionship, but forces beyond their control pull them in different directions. Both find themselves fessing up to truths they’d rather forget and making choices that can’t be avoided. While this sounds like a typical coming of age story, Rosoff crafts a brilliant twist ending that leaves both H and the reader with a surprise neither saw coming.
Final Verdict: On goodreads, I gave this book (a rare) 5 stars. If it’s not on your shelf, if should be.
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c.b.w. 2014
Excellent, comprehensive review. I believe I want it!
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It’s well worth picking up! I hope you enjoy it when you get the chance to read it. π
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Thank you for that, sounds very interesting, I shall check out a bit more about it! π
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From what I saw on goodreads, its a book you’ll either love or hate. If you’re a fan of British writers, you’ll love it. π
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What you have reviewed here is the plot line. I would like to know how readable it is, how well-crafted its literary style is, whether you couldn’t put it down, what other works you could compare it to (even saying what it isn’t like), and – yes – its weaknesses.
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Typically, I write reviews from a reader’s perspective, not a writer’s. My goal with this review was to give an idea of what the book is about and what I liked about it, that’s all. If there were flaws or weaknesses, I would have said so, but IMHO I thought this book was perfect.
The writing style was very subtle, (typical of the English novel) and I can’t really compare it to anything else – Rosoff has a very distinctive style. Her characters are very slightly nuanced and her stories are hit or miss, (I actually hated The Bride’s Farewell).
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Got it! Thanks. π
And thanks for putting up with me.
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I love your comments – you keep me on my toes. π
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I read How we live now by Rosoff and loved it and would gladly read another of hers. This sounds great.
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I’ve heard great things about How We Live Now. I’ll have to add it to my “to read” list! π
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Yep, read this one too. I like the way it was crafted – I could feel for H, in fact, because H seemed so real – simple, almost like the typical kid you would imagine seeing, sometimes maybe his thoughts were once shared when we were young.
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Well said! I felt like I knew him so well. In many ways, he was as real a kid sitting in my classroom. π
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