Today’s book review of a single short story is brought to you by yours truly, Morgen Bailey.
Snow by Aine Greaney
Synopsis: Set in a one-street small town in the Irish midlands, Snow (a short story) is a stylish portrait of Dolores, a young expatriate Irish woman who is suddenly summoned home from America to take care of her estranged and sick father. In her childhood home, Dolores wrestles with the push and pull between her new American life and her past life in Ireland. As she nurses her father back to health, she is beset by memories and caught between family loyalties and her own desires.
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Review (of an advance copy)
Like my chick-lit novel, Snow is written in first-person present tense – both less favoured than the usual third-person past tense, although I’m a fan of both. It’s all about the writing for me.
I’m not a fan of part-sentences written as sentences in their own right and having one such on the first page didn’t set a positive tone (and there were more to come, I later found out).
My heart then sank further upon seeing the two main characters’ names: Delores Donohue / Declan, and readers of last week’s review will know that characters’ names starting with the same letter, especially when they look similar on the page, is a bugbear of mine.
Quite often we like the minor characters more than the main ones and while this isn’t the case… yet – I’m only a couple of pages in – I have a feeling I’m going to like Bridgie who ‘coughs like the dead’ and perhaps more so than Delores because she tells Bridgie every morning to quit smoking (which comes in again later with her father). There’s helping and then there’s nagging. I know, it’s only a story, but as a reader it should be ‘real’.