I read this book awhile back, and to be honest, I wasn’t sure I was going to review it.
But author Judy Blundell won the National Book Award for What I Saw and How I Lied, and so, you know … a review it is.
We begin our journey in Queens, New York in 1947. Evie, a teenager who seems to have too many angles and not enough curves, is hoping that life will return to normal now that her stepfather is back from the war. Instead, he acts moody, receives strange phone calls, and then takes the family on a spur-of-the-moment vacation to Palm Beach, Florida. The bulk of the story unfolds as Evie and her parents meet various people at the hotel, including the handsome Peter Coleridge, who served in the army with Evie’s stepdad.
The book deals with a lot of important issues: anti-Semitism, sex, coming of age … and, of course, lies. There are all sorts of twists and turns in this story, and it’s sure to make readers feel a lot of things: lust, jealousy, fear, anger … if you haven’t yet read the novel, I assure you your feelings will run the gamut.
… But. Oh, you knew there’d be a but, didn’t you? And with me, there is almost never a but. I suppose I feel like I missed something hugely important and incredibly brilliant. It’s like I’m in high school all over again, reading Nathaniel Hawthorne or F. Scott Fitzgerald and asking the teacher if we know the author meant to put all that symbolism in there, or if we just see it as a result of a million years of over-analyzing. (I can say now that I’m fairly certain my teachers were not trying to pull one over on me, but back then I felt certain that they were.)
So I must have missed something vital, and that’s how I’ve been feeling about this novel since I first read it. It’s enjoyable, yes. Although the ’40s lingo grates on my nerves a bit (”It’s not all polka dots and moonbeams” — a choice example, along with lots of ’40s-esque words like “jeepers” and “keen.”)
Still, I can’t say it’s not a good book.
And obviously it’s quite good, or it wouldn’t have beaten out my personal top two picks, The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks by E. Lockhart and Chains by Laurie Halse Anderson, for this year’s National Book Award.
It is time, I think, that I sit down and re-read this thing (again), and I’m just going to keep going until I’m madly in love with What I Saw and How I Lied. Right now, I’m definitely in like, but not in love.
But you know, I always want to hear your opinions. So let’s start with this: Have you read the book? Did you love it? If you did, what did you love about it? And if you’ve read any of this year’s other finalists in addition to Judy Blundell’s work, tell me who your top pick was. (If you want to go even deeper, tell me what book should have been a finalist and wasn’t.) Also, zombies or unicorns?