Saint X is a weird combination of coming-of-age novel and mystery but without the thriller aspects of a mystery. The plot doesn't go much deeper then the description on the back, but rather focuses on the characters involved.
It seems like the book itself doesn't really care about who dunnit, but rather how this death expands and affects the many people who knew Allison. That being said, it's a slow moving novel. I wanted to know what happened, but not in a way that kept me up at night to keep reading.
The author describes New York and Saint X in a way that comes alive and she explains the characters in a similar way. But novels that rely on the characters usually have to put the characters through a growth or trauma. And there is the whole murder in this book, but it sort of takes a back seat to who these people are and by the end I'm not convinced the characters changed or are better off than at the beginning of the novel. And that makes the novel just "eh" for me.
It seems like the book itself doesn't really care about who dunnit, but rather how this death expands and affects the many people who knew Allison. That being said, it's a slow moving novel. I wanted to know what happened, but not in a way that kept me up at night to keep reading.
The author describes New York and Saint X in a way that comes alive and she explains the characters in a similar way. But novels that rely on the characters usually have to put the characters through a growth or trauma. And there is the whole murder in this book, but it sort of takes a back seat to who these people are and by the end I'm not convinced the characters changed or are better off than at the beginning of the novel. And that makes the novel just "eh" for me.