Sunday, 27 January 2013

The Descendants by Kaui Hart Hemmings

"It seems that I should feel something right now, like a deep chill, or a red heat, or a sensation like ice water surging through my veins, but the only thing I feel is that I've been told something that I already know."

I confess to being one of those traditionalists who likes to read the book before seeing the movie, however, that is not always possible. In this instance, it is unlikely I would have chosen to read a book about a man whose wife is in a coma and who he discovers had been cheating on him. I don't think I'm giving too much of the plot away - not to anyone who saw any clips from the movie in any case. Had I not fallen under the Clooney spell, I probably would never have discovered this delightful novel that really delves into grief, how much we don't know about the people we love in our life and wraps it all up in a delightful Hawaiian setting.

Reading at a frenetic pace, I was touched by the depiction of the father and daughters' relationship and how it perfectly expressed a feeling of being out of depth and torn between expectations and emotions. The main character is  self-deprecatory to such an extent that the reader can't help laughing along with him, even when you can't help picturing him as George Clooney. On a side note, I had a dream about him (the Cloon that is) the other night - I was at his house and he didn't have a nespresso machine and I was giving him some gravy about false advertising.

Back to the book, I wonder is Sid the real hero or the catalyst for action? In any case, I enjoyed the story ( it seems wrong given the subject matter to enjoy it) and I'm giving it a 5 out of 5.

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