July 22, 2015

OK, officially, thankfully done reading We Are Water. No doubt, pleeeenty to talk about at my book club, so there’s that.

For sure, part of my angst with this book is timing. Books hit you differently at different times. Honestly, I read them so long ago, I don’t even remember that much about Wally Lamb’s other books other than I loved them (and that after finishing She’s Come Undone I seriously wondered if Wally was actually a woman because how could a man possibly have written that?!), but I know they weren’t emotional pieces of cake either. But I’m a different person now, a mother of young children who already struggles to filter out the relentless barrage of tragedy and horror shoved in front of our faces every day. I do not want drowning mothers and babies and pedophilia in my enjoyment reading.

It wasn’t just that, though. While I admire Wally Lamb’s writing and the breadth and complexity of the story, it also just felt rambling at times, and I never did feel like I connected with any of the characters. Wally is still a king. This one just wasn’t for me.

Next up, some recent books that were! And some longtime favorite authors!