They say don’t judge a book by its cover. For Kristin Hannah’s Winter Garden, I’d say don’t judge a book by it’s first 60 pages.
I was bored. So very bored. Nothing in the book was grabbing me. The only part I got even mildly interested inwas when one of the characters was at a lodge in Livingstone staring at the Zambezi river. I was only getting through the pages by forcing myself to read a chapter a night before bed, like homework.
Then, something changed. It took awhile for the characters to develop, for the story to start to come out of the book, but once it did the depth and intricacy were amazing. I found myself sitting at the breakfast table wishing bedtime would arrive soon. I couldn’t wait to get back into the story and find out what would come next.
The novel revolves around a small nuclear family somewhere in the northwestern US. While the two daughters struggle to figure out where their lives are headed, they also find themselves deeply involved in a quest to understand the mother they never knew although she’s been there their entire lives.
Half everyday modern America, half war-torn Russia, Winter Garden is all human life. And it’s worth trudging through the first 60 pages to get into the meat of the book and the fabulous ending.
I’m glad I read this book in WI, saves me the shipping cost of sending it to Mommy.