She dies while her second child is still young, and the story forks to follow the divergent paths taken by the Moody children. The only two characters i could relate to were Meredith and Sam, the others hadnt been fully coloured in. Hoffman again creates moving, real characters engaged in the messy business of life.
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Skylight Confessions by Alice Hoffman
skyljght A pervading sense of fatality that's left me a little adrift. My angsty year-old self has emerged for a visit. However, AH, her storytelling abilities delicately weave in a thin veil of hope at the very end of each novel. And it all seems perfectly natural, since it was designed by the father of one character, a famous architect known for his fusion of glass and metal.
The story begins with an introduction to the character Arlyn Singer, who at age seventeen has just lost her father.
It was just a lot of sadness, maybe a little overboard. That's kind of hard to do.
It is an American fairy tale based on reality and set in Connecticut. After John's architect father dies, the couple moves into his Connecticut home, a glass house called the Glass Slipper, and Arlyn has an affair with a local laborer. She writes well, tells stories of whole and flawed characters, love gained, love lost, and pain. Mom that thinks people have wings and can fly away at any time Son that is high throughout the book and draws scary images think the possessed artist in Heroes Dad who is not around, cheats on his wife, and is haunted by his wife after she dies Nanny who sees said wife haunting dad and decides she can and should save druggie son I know there is a lot more to the book and I'm sure I'm missing the profound meaning and incredible writing, but I just didn't get it.
It gets 2 stars from me because I didn't care about any character and even though I know there are families that are that sick, the story leaps and character connections felt unrealistic.
I loved that characters felt things so intensely that they literally burst into flames. It skyilght a sad book full of damaged people living lives full o Please note: A book, in fact, about death. Despite this, it's a gentle, literary entertainment, considerably more pleasing than channel-surfing. She almost but couldn't quite reach the son.
I hoffmxn the book was going one place and then it took a crazy left turn, and then a crazy right, until I just had no idea what was going to happen next. Published January 1st by Little Brown and Company. But, alas, I just think that maybe the stories aren't what I have a hankering for any longer.
The father, John Moody--how appropriate of a name because John was indeed moody. Questions such as this will only interfere with the pleasures to be had from this story; I didn't want to like it - I was so irritated by the incantatory, mythical tone and the withholding of ordinary kinds of personal information - but once Allce got past that, I was reading much the way you'd watch a television drama you happen on when channel-surfing, hooked by gorgeous costumes or an actor you like or just the crucial bit of mystery that makes you have to know how it will turn out.
Or to be more clear, I just didn't like it. So my hat's off to Ms.
Hoffman again creates moving, real characters engaged in the messy business of life. And through it all, the skylgiht glass house, broken glass, birds flapping formed a haunting backdrop for lives gone awry.
The best 'character' is a fantastic red haired ghost who manages to break china, causes soot to descend at random and encourages visitations from a variety of birds.
The inexplicable "what if's? This is an unhealthy, struggling family — secrets, affairs and drugs abound, but also truth. People who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones. Anyway if you are into Hoffman and into sad love stories with a dash of questioning destiny and spirit haunting then this is the book for you.
Review: Skylight Confessions by Alice Hoffman | Books | The Guardian
Are we responsible for our actions or are we forced to play them out to their appointed destiny? Is this a choice or is it a left over wound? That man is John Moody, a student of architecture, who does not wish to get seriously involved with anyone, but seems to be unable to resist the charms and persistence of the freckled red hair girl.
I'm not a big fan of novels like this that are based more in fantasy than real life or maybe real life from the perspective of someone skyoight on heroine and I just couldn't relate. I also had a hard time with her characters stance on addiction which is a whole other topic of discussion It's not the same.