
Longish, broodish, forgettable

A friend of mine loaned me this book to put a parentheses in my Joyce Carol Oates reading marathon of the Wonderland quartet. I knew that I could not compare Jane Fitch to Joyce Carol Oates. I had forgotten about my negative feelings re: White Oleander, but I went ahead and started this read in hopes to be entertained, taken away...the book begins interestingly, and sadly, the suicide or death of a boyfriend when one is in her early 20s is extremely difficult...I proceeded with the story line, at around 200 pages, I wondered why I was reading this...The characters were not sympathetic, Fitch's writing bothered me, as she seemed to struggle to relate to her main character, on drugs, on booze ... ambulating from one outlandish situation to the other... about 50 pages from the end Fitch finally makes you want to finish this book, but by then its awfully late... Her last 50 pages are worth reading, Fitch begins to tie the story together, and makes this story palatable...again I did not like White Oleander (though it certainly was a better story and more interesting than this one), Painted Black had potential, had a place to go...I think Fitch needs to write about what she truly knows, these dark characters that she so wants to write about, seem fictionalized... A just very okay read, nothing more...
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