Getting back into the swing of things each week is hard. So is finding the quiet time to write a review over the weekend. In order to ease out of the weekend, I’ve decided to begin my blogging week with a mini review.
I’m not sure where the last month went, but it happened outside of this blog. There’s something about the early darkness of autumn that can steal my motivation. Luckily some seriously good audiobooks have been had while I’ve been off-line and they’ve exited me so much that I am compelled to write about them. The Good House is one such audiobook. If you haven’t already read this novel of addiction and loneliness, do yourself a favor and pick it up.
There is just something about a first person narrator who can see the truth behind other people’s motivations yet fails to see her own self-deception. Hildy Good isn’t quite an unreliable narrator, but the reader must learn how to take and interpret the stories she tells. I had no idea how wrapped up I would become in a story about a small town New England real estate agent with a taste for alcohol. Although I started to feel like Hildy’s neighbors were my neighbors, I could have listened to her gossip and tells stories about perfect strangers all day and not lose interest for a minute. I could also identify with Hildy’s ability to rationalize her behavior and not be able to see the damage shes’s creating in her life. We may not share the same issue, but the way in which people gloss over their demons really only differs by degrees. While there were a couple of places that stood out to me where her narration hit the wrong note to my ear, I loved Mary Beth Hurt’s performance of quirky Hildy and her hometown. If you missed this January 2013 release, put it on your Christmas list. Hildy would raise her glass of sparkling water to that.