I rated this book 2 stars.
This book is supposedly written from the perspective of 12 year old Riddle, a precocious girl living in Wellfleet, MA, near cape Cod. Her father, Camp, is a rising politician, and her mother, Greer, is a former actress. Greer is cold, aloof, sarcastic, condescending, pious, and not a nurturing mother. Camp is a little better, but mostly unavailable as he is always off campaigning. At the beginning of summer, Charlie Devlin, 15, disappears. And Riddle knows what happened.
I had a hard time even thinking a 12 could think like the author wrote!!! I consider myself to have a decent vocabulary ~ but ~ whoa ~ I kept my dictionary by my elbow!!! Definitely not something a 12 or 13 year old could pick up and read. Not that I expected it to be written in a juvenile manner, but the thinking was just way beyond what a 12 year old would even grasp.
The author is an extremely good writer, but should not have broached this from the perspective of a young girl.
I thought the story line was interesting, and it held my interest, but it just dragged at times. And similes? I bet every page had one! Just too too many. Too descriptive that at times it just slowed the story down.
As the day got lighter and grew warmer with the progress of the afternoon sun, Mary and I meandered along the overgrown trails, me leaning forward in the saddle, my chest against her neck, my face against her mane, dodging the low-hanging branches that burdened the path. I looked out over an unbroken line of trees and longed for my world to give up its secrets. So many disturbing questions, answers as elusive as something lost in the woods, a hidden presence wanting to be found. Sitting on my horse, still and silent, watching as each revelatory breath rose up over the trees like a smoke signal fixing location, listening as each beat of the unseen heart gave itself away.
I didn't particularly care for any of the characters. If that was the author's intent, then it was achieved. The only reason I finished it was to give a fair review.