I was having a slow day at work, and when I was sorting out reservations for books, I found A Certain Slant of Light by Laura Whitcomb. It was reserved by a work collegue, and since she generally has good taste in everything, I read the blurb, was intensely intrigued and left a post-it on the book saying ‘Let me know what this book is like once you have finished’. That she did, telling me that she blubbed like a baby at the end of the story.
Encouraged, I took the book up myself. The first quarter of the book is the strongest, with the protagonist’s love interest echoing the same air of mystery and puzzlement as the hero of the Twilight series. It all starts in a classroom in high school; the boy gives her particular attention that she does not understand, and she is uncontrollably drawn to him. She abandons the only existence as a ghost and drastically changes into a living form to be with her new infatuation.
So far. So Twilight. But where as Twilight goes on to become a ridiculous fan-fictitious farce, this novel remains more grounded and though it never verges on the ridiculous, it does seem to lose track and the impulse to keep turning pages slackens towards the end. Continue reading