|Book Name:||Finding Audrey|
|Publisher:||Delacorte Books for Young Readers|
Sophie Kinsella’s books have always reminded me of the above poem. When I had first read one of her books a few years back – the first of Shopoholic series, I was totally hooked to such simplistic writing. Especially, when simplistic writing is not so easy and many writers have floundered there. I again picked one of her books today – Finding Audrey and found the first few pages absolutely delightful where the mom is crazy and ready to throw her son’s desktop from the window. Totally laughable! And then enters Audrey, and from there, the story goes downhill.
The book had its cute lovey-dovey moments. But these were dwarfed by typical characterization of a family – workaholic dad who never listens to his wife, anxious mother who has her own notions of career that her kids should have, rebellious teenager son obsessed with gaming, mentally ill daughter and a laughing kiddo. In between, I had a feeling that hey, this is an Indian family being described.
Of course, there are people who have liked this book. In fact, this one was recommended to me by my colleague who shared her book. However, for me, it was a tale very loosely framed where the reason for mental illness (the accident which changed it all) is never stated and the story-line very superficial. The writing in this book, is more like Audrey’s diary entry. It reminded me of my badly worded, self-obsessed diary entries I used to make at one point in time.
Read this just for timepass and nothing more.
Excerpt from the back cover of the book:
Then her brother’s friend Linus stumbles into her life. With his friendly, orange-slice smile and his funny notes, he starts to entice Audrey out again – well, Starbucks is a start. And with Linus at her side, Audrey feels like she can do the things she’d thought were too scary. Suddenly, finding her way back to the real world seems achievable.
Be prepared to laugh, dream and hope with Audrey as she learns that even when you feel like you have lost yourself, love can still find you . . .
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