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Nancy E. Turner
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Was ist das?
I don't know what I was expecting when I ordered this book from Amazon Vine, but I'm drawn to anything Nantucket oriented, and a story about sisters or best friend-relationships always appeals to me. The story begins when Maggie and Emily are both 11, and the narrative voice sounds appropriate for that age of reader as well, quite child-like in the language and syntax, yet smooth and slick, vastly professional compared to many YA books. It is not, however, aimed at a YA audience, though the reading is cloyingly vapid at first. As I read, I asked myself whether I was mistaken and checked again to see the advertising said this was general audience adult fiction, when the story goes no deeper than "This happens all the time between Emily and Maggie. They think the same thought at the exact same time." But it was early in the story, and the sales blurb mentioned a long relationship and shared pregnancies, so I kept going.
What Nancy Thayer does brilliantly - to the point I wish she would write a volume of poetry with her beautiful language that floats above the mundane - is description. Page 48 rings like magic with phrases like "...Quaker ladies and shad bushes bloom in bridal profusion...scarlet wood lilies play like children in the breeze." It almost feels like something lovely is coming, that the reading is going to be worthwhile after all, that we've hit a vein here, and the story will go with it.
Alas, the story stays on the level of pre-teen giggling girls, even through very graphic (but devoid of actual emotion) sex. I just hated the whole message that being adult meant being a slut, and that it was happily accepted as normal. Maggie declares she doesn't want to "do that dating stuff" because she has plans for her life that don't include pregnancy. So a date is just a quick rut? I thought a date was a movie, a pizza, a walk on the beach and picnic. Is this what some young girls think, that to call anything a "date" automatically means intercourse? That you can't be attracted to someone and have some personal control? The whole between-the-lines message of the book centers around Emily and Maggie blooming to womanhood, awakening to sexual desire and of course, acting on it as soon as they find a willing partner. Naturally there are "hot" young men galore on Nantucket.
Then back to the language and writing itself. If Thayer had allowed the level of writing to develop along with Maggie and Emily, if it had aged as they did, given them some introspection, some feelings about their lives, I might have accepted the graphic sex as part of a coming of age story. But by the end, when the girls are thirty-somethings, we still tread in shallow puddles. "She showers, washes her hair, blows it dry, taming it with hot rollers while she applies eye shadow, eye liner, mascara, blush, lip gloss, reminding herself that this isn't a date, this is dinner with Tyler, an old friend..." (At least she's not planning seducing him at that moment) I just can't get over the grocery list of makeup application, as if that's part of the story. Tyler's so lame as to think she had a child because she'd once found a soul-mate, the love of her life. Maggie smilingly tells poor old, good old dependable Tyler, that her daughter is the result of a one-night stand. He's just such a lump to think sex meant love, isn't he?
All in all, this novel is a glib, professionally written piece. Thayer is uniquely talented as a writer. I just wish she'd do something else. Bottom line, if you hope to teach your daughters morals or character, or if you yourself own any, I'd pass on this. Not recommended.