“And there is the bare truth of it, for her and all the women around here. Doesn’t matter how smart you are, how clever, how self-reliant-- you can always be bettered by a stupid man with a gun.”
“Look outwards, Alice,” Margery would say, her voice carrying on the breeze. “Not much point worrying what the town thinks about you-- nothing you can do about that anyway. But when you look outwards, why, there’s a whole world of beautiful things.”
“A certain kind of man looked at God’s own land, she thought, as she drew closer, and instead of beauty and wonder, all he saw was dollar signs.”
“There is always a way out of a situation. Might be ugly. Might leave you feeling like the earth has gone and shifted under your feet. But you are never trapped, Alice. You hear me? There is always a way around.”
Book: The Giver of Stars
Author: Jojo Moyes
Published: Viking (2019)
My Review: Pretty much every lukewarm review I’ve ever written starts out with something to the effect of: “This isn’t the best book I’ve ever read, but it’s really not the worst book I’ve ever read, either.” And, once again, I’m finding myself with an honestly-not-terrible but still-not-a-favorite kind of book.
Interesting, too, because 80% of this book is about horses, books, and feminism; those of you who know me will know that those three things, along with chocolate, bread, and cats, pretty much make up the entirety of my love language). So why would I not absolutely adore this book?
Well, 80% of it was great, but the remaining 20% was like a bad apple that poisoned the rest of the barrel a bit. As hard as our protagonists fought against the patriarchy and the societal norms that suffocated them, nearly every one caved by the end of the book. Sure, there was true love and a fair amount of mischief, but there were also babies and marriages where no babies or marriages would have made for a better, more compelling feminist story.
Also, I could have done with a little less picture perfect happy ending. I know I’m one of those weird humans that likes a little dark mixed in with the light (I’m an INFJ through and through, what can I say?), so a nicely wrapped box with a convenient little bow on top is not really my cup of tea when it comes to the endings of things...
That said, coming full circle to the beginning of this post, the book wasn’t terrible. It wasn’t the worst thing I’ve ever read, and I wouldn’t consider it a waste of time. For anyone who loves happy endings and doesn’t mind heteronormative narratives, this will be your jam!