Heather O'Neill's The Girl Who Was Saturday Night
I looooved O'Neill's first novel, Lullabies for Little Criminals, so was a little disappointed that I wasn't as engaged with this one. I'm not sure why--the characters are certainly compelling. Our protagonist is one of a set of twins, children of a well-known folk singer, and she and her brother were raised in the public eye. But now their father isn't a success, and, at 19, they're pretty aimless. Also, for some reason there are cats everywhere. (Is that a thing in Quebec?) The plot is kind of meandering, and at times reading this felt like slowing down to watch a car wreck (but like, a minor car wreck--nothing overly tragic). I liked the narrative voice and liked the end, but just didn't really connect with this. B?
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