As oft-stated in this blog, I’m not always a huge fan of
romance. This book avoids most clichés by
being about something altogether different.
Carmen is a virtuoso violinist. A
child prodigy, she has been performing as long as she can remember. At 17, she has won a Grammy and has been
accepted to Julliard. Her future is
nearly assured – all she has to do is win the top prize in the prestigious
Guarneri competition. One problem – her European
counterpart is also competing. And he is
good. And cute. And British (they are always British,
yes?) Stifled by a mother-manager who
she calls “Diana” instead of “Mom,” this is a young woman with ~~issues~~. Having a performing background myself, I was
stressed reading this book, my heart racing with every minute of
pre-performance nerves that Carmen suffers through. “The boy,” in this case Jeremy, is not Carmen’s
savior, but perhaps that critical piece of the puzzle that allows her to save
herself to some degree. (BTW, the book
opens with a section from the end … but not the absolute end, so don’t be
assured that you know what is going to happen …) The writing is good without being great. It’s clean and clear, the kind of prose which
is highly accessible to most readers. I’m
not sure that I would have been as pulled into the story had it not been for
the performing element, which was so real it gave me anxiety nightmares (yeah,
you try auditioning for 65 casting directors with a 90 second monologue). The mom/manager behavior is also a little
reprehensible and gave the story a touch of depth as that was explored. It’s simply a very “palatable” book. My one and only complaint – yet again – is that
the girl on the cover art is clearly *not* Carmen, as she describes
herself. Such is the trend. The book will undoubtedly move, and it
should.
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