Title: The Bookstore
Author: Deborah Meyler
Published by: Gallery Books.
Publication date: Aug 20th 2013
Genre: General Fiction
Pages: 352
Format: Paperback
Source: Bury Library
Buy the Book: Amazon.
A whimsical story about Esme Garland, an educated young woman studying for a PhD in Art History miles away from her English home in New York City. Or a 352 page book about stupidity!
This is one of those novels that I really cannot make my mind up about. On the one hand the story is fleetingly enchanting; the main character falls head over heels in love with Mitchell – a man so ‘out of her league’ that she puts up with his flaws and decides to keep their unplanned baby. I wish the story carried that romantic notion well, but it doesn’t. The love of Esmes life is a pathetic, abusive man-child! At times I wanted to scream at Esme for being so blindly in love with such an absolute buffoon, the rest of the time I wanted to scream at her to grow a spine and slap the irritating bastard! Their relationship is one of those, on again, off again ones that get you reeling and hoping that either party involved would change for the better – but sadly the story is really lacking in the character development department and towards the end of the novel it’s no surprise that this ‘amazing’ man ends up ditching Esme because they cannot talk about another womans boobs and she won’t indulge him in a threesome with said woman. I wish that were the lowest actions of this man, but he seems content to humiliate his fiancee at every turn and goes so far to push her out of bed when she is 6 months pregnant.
Honestly, the guy is a bag of dicks, but more surprising is that Esme, a woman with a Cambridge degree, seems more concerned about when this waste of space will message her back than the implications of having a baby.
Yet, I found myself forgiving of Esme and her blind love for her man, because she is well written as a young and naive character. What 23 year old is world wise and hasn’t fallen for the wrong person?
There is another aspect to The Bookstore, which is, the bookstore The Owl, where Esme finds work; here we are introduced to more characters who add a bit more ‘life’ to Esmes world. Her boss, co-workers and regulars, are the family that have replaced Esme’s real family – not that her family has abandoned her, but they aren’t mentioned that much in the novel – each one having their own quirks and qualities. Amongst them are a collection of homeless people who help out in the quirky, independent bookstore when they can and how offer Esme little tales an insights into their own lives. Each of the characters are lovable in their own ways and I personally find that I can relate to thoughts of the co-workers about their regulars having worked in a retail environment myself. With the exception of one of her co-workers that she becomes the most ‘friendly’ with; I found her friendship with Luke somewhat stale and a bit hollow.
There is a fair amount of reflection and ‘internal monologue’ from Esme in the book. She spends a great deal of time wondering if she can and should have a baby at such a young age in the middle of her PhD and as well at the end of the book when she finds herself coping with her choices.
There was an instance where I felt like putting the book down completely, but by this point I had read over half and I always feel invested to read a book to conclusion after a certain point. It was where Esme goes to meet rich-boy Mitchells family. Queue the cliche scenes of posh houses, family that still loves their sons previous lover and extravagant parties that the main character feels out of place at. While all this seems forgivable, it seems a little far fetched to believe that the family would try to pay someone off and have them abort their baby. More so that when they fail in this offer, they pass it all off as ‘a test.’ For me, it just felt as though the story was dipping into the realm of ‘too silly.’
I still can’t say as if I recommend this book or not. It’s not my usual cup of tea when it comes to reading and maybe I am missing something with the ‘romance’ genre? Maybe they are all like this, a little naive and ‘all men are jerks’ but I don’t feel like I want to give up on the genre just yet. I think it’s one of those books where, if you’re stuck indoors on a horrible rainy day and don’t have anything else to read, then you won’t be doing yourself a disservice, but if you have it in your pile of books, then maybe put it on the bottom.
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