LitPick Review
Kate and Marilyn are best friends. That is, they used to be. This book delves into the shaky relationship of two girls with a history together that is speeding farther into the distance each day. One minute they hate each other, the next they need their past friendship desperately. One thing is certain, they are growing apart, and neither is sure how to cope with this fact. A coming of age story that approaches the common teenage dramas that many girls growing up encounter. Consequently, this book showcases all the disarray, such as insecurity about who your true friends are, confusing parents, peer pressure, and being scared of your own future.
Opinion:
Having enjoyed quite a few of Francis O’Roark Dowell’s works in the past, it was an honor to have the choice to pick her newest book to review. A few years back I read the first two books in “The Secret Language Of Girls” trilogy, highly enjoying them! Since then I have moved on to other books by this author that fit my interest. Therefore, I started this read with high expectations and was somewhat disappointed. I find the first half of the book dull and unable to capture my attention. I wouldn’t go as far as to say it was a slow read, on the contrary it went by considerably fast, but I was rather bored by it. Not thoroughly entertaining. On the other hand, I don’t believe these points should stop anyone from giving it a try. The lack of interest was my fault on some level. This is one of those books that you have to be in the mood for and ready to delve into, and I was not ready in the slightest. I don’t find this to be a bad thing, but just a fair warning. On a positive note, I became aware of myself warming up to the story and the characters later on in the book, after realizing that I can easily relate to both main characters and their insecurities, frustrations, and general teen angst. This realization changed my opinion of the story line. If I had been entertained at the beginning, I may have regarded this book differently. On the whole, I liked “The Sound Of Your Voice, Only Really Far Away” a little. It was a satisfactory, but not exceptionally spectacular read.
