I have to admit I did struggle to finish this novel.
At first, I thought it would be an interesting story, but after 20 pages or so my disappointment showed up.
There are many ways in which this book annoyed me.
The characters were simply not belieavable.
Most of all, Ann is unbearable.
There is no reason whatsoever why she should be obsessed with such a plain, dull, selfish man like Arthur. And her unstoppable talking, in the last part of the book, made me hope the man would kill her at once, to get rid of her and her absurd nonsense.
The whole ghost's stuff was boring. And Arianna is, just like Ann, madly in love with a man who doesn't deserve her love. Emily Bronte's ghost is an awful, I-know-it-all, acid spinster, while the poor farmer alternates broken English with lyric stories...
The talking wind is the icing on the cake.
Irritating, in a word.
What a pity, I usually enjoy Canadian writers. There are pearls like Mordecai Richler, Margaret Atood, Alice Munro... authors whose books I adored. But I simply couldn't stand Jane Urquhart's book....Continua