This book starts on an anxious note--a young woman whose lover is late to his first meal with her family--but the tension doesn't seem to go anywhere. The dialogue is a bit stilted, the descriptions are not particularly interesting, and the scene just goes on and on. The author does a lot of telling and not much showing: at one point, Eva looks up and sees her sister through a window and immediately reflects that she has depression. It's a bit awkward (I certainly don't look at the people in my life and immediately think about the most salient detail of their character...).
Things get a bit better when we get to the meat of the story--the translation--but the writing is still not great. This one is just not for me.
Things get a bit better when we get to the meat of the story--the translation--but the writing is still not great. This one is just not for me.