Two Family House by Lynda Cohen Loigman
January 2018
Two Family House by Lynda Cohen Loigman
This was a truly forgettable book, but oddly I was glad that I read it. First, it only took me a day, so I didn't feel like I had wasted too much time. Second, it solidified for me what I don't want in any book that I were to ever write. I mean, I admire the writer to some extent-she put together a whole novel, sought and found an audience for it, engaged an editor and a publisher and had a least enough of a publicity staff to get me to buy the darn thing so, yeah, kudos to her. That said, it was a truly forgettable book-see, I can't even be creative enough to come up with a better description.
The house which was supposed to sort of frame up the story was no Manderley nor Bleak House nor even the cottage in The Princess Bride-it seems that it was "framing" in only the most tentative of senses. The characters were forgettable, I did not even care what happened to them. When the mother went off to Florida I thought, good riddance. When the father changed his tune and instead of turning into a curmudgeonly old man which his entire life until then indicated he would, he turned into someone that everyone enjoyed, I was like, that's dumb. My experience is that people don't change, and they certainly don't just change without trying. Dumb. When the kid died? Didn't really care. And when they told certain people the big secret (which was so easily discernible that its hard to even call it a secret-anyone who did not know from oh, about page 1, exactly what was going to happen, may actually enjoy this book-which did I mention I did not?) they didn't even tell the father. WHAT??? So. Not on my recommend list, not even on my if-you-have-nothing-else-to-read-try-it list. You're better off watching an episode of Grey's Anatomy (again) on Netflix.
Rating: 8-Only as a Last Resort.
Two Family House by Lynda Cohen Loigman
This was a truly forgettable book, but oddly I was glad that I read it. First, it only took me a day, so I didn't feel like I had wasted too much time. Second, it solidified for me what I don't want in any book that I were to ever write. I mean, I admire the writer to some extent-she put together a whole novel, sought and found an audience for it, engaged an editor and a publisher and had a least enough of a publicity staff to get me to buy the darn thing so, yeah, kudos to her. That said, it was a truly forgettable book-see, I can't even be creative enough to come up with a better description.
The house which was supposed to sort of frame up the story was no Manderley nor Bleak House nor even the cottage in The Princess Bride-it seems that it was "framing" in only the most tentative of senses. The characters were forgettable, I did not even care what happened to them. When the mother went off to Florida I thought, good riddance. When the father changed his tune and instead of turning into a curmudgeonly old man which his entire life until then indicated he would, he turned into someone that everyone enjoyed, I was like, that's dumb. My experience is that people don't change, and they certainly don't just change without trying. Dumb. When the kid died? Didn't really care. And when they told certain people the big secret (which was so easily discernible that its hard to even call it a secret-anyone who did not know from oh, about page 1, exactly what was going to happen, may actually enjoy this book-which did I mention I did not?) they didn't even tell the father. WHAT??? So. Not on my recommend list, not even on my if-you-have-nothing-else-to-read-try-it list. You're better off watching an episode of Grey's Anatomy (again) on Netflix.
Rating: 8-Only as a Last Resort.
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